Every elder deserves a good day.

In 2014 my father retired, and within a year the man who used to argue cricket with the whole street went quiet. My mother was managing alone while my brother and I were at work. He did not need a hospital. He needed a reason to leave the house.

We looked for a place where he could spend the day with people his own age, sing the old songs and come home tired and happy. We did not find one. So we rented a room in Adyar, hired one wonderful caregiver and invited five of his friends.

That room is now SilverNest. The rule we started with still holds: if we would not want it for our own parents, we do not do it for yours.