Antardrishti 20 Years, 20 Stories anniversary campaign artwork featuring illustrated portraits representing people and a journey, with the messages “Twenty years of Antardrishti cannot be told in one story,” “From 1 September 2026,” and “One story. Every day. For 20 days.” The artwork highlights Antardrishti’s focus on preventing blindness, restoring sight, and empowering visually impaired people, with the tagline “Together only we can.”

ANTARDRISHTI AT 20

20 YEARS · 20 STORIES · One Journey

We did not set out to build an organisation. We set out to answer a question, a question that began with a boy named Raju, who knew everything about a joker from his Braille book but had never actually seen one. What happens when a child can learn everything a book can teach, but still needs opportunities to experience the world beyond the book? We did not have an answer, but we could not stop asking the question. Over the next twenty years, it took us into schools, villages, streets, communities, kitchens and places we had never planned to go. Along the way, we built things, made mistakes, changed direction, learned to say no, and met people who changed the way we saw the world. These 20 stories are our celebration of 20 glorious years of Antardrishti, not a history or a record of achievements, but twenty moments that shaped who we became. This is what we saw. We hope it helps you see something too.

Today’s Story

Illustrated scene of children walking towards a rural school in the Himalayan hills, representing efforts to identify children with possible vision problems in remote communities.

The List We Couldn’t Make

September 7, 2026

The winter sun was already out, but the cold had not given up. The journey into the hills had taken us as far as the road could carry us. From there, the only way forward was on foot. The school was somewhere beyond the next ridge, and then the next one after that. The path kept rising and falling, sometimes narrowing to little more than a trail. The wind came up occasionally, carrying the dry rustle of winter grass, and our breath hung in the air as we walked. We kept walking. By the time the school finally appeared, the…