As I walk off the sidewalk and onto the road my only thought is my tiredness. I wave my hand in the air and less than a minute later I am arguing with an Indian man trying to get my rickshaw ride down from 100 rupees to 70. We finally agree on 80 and I climb in. I can already feel the sweat dripping down my back and it’s not even 10 in the morning. I look out the side as we bump along and try to soak up everything around me. The little vehicle flies past streets that look nothing like I can see back home. The rickshaw slows as we approach and a small little girl approaches with a bundle of flowers waving them in my face. It takes every ounce of me to ignore her and not hand over all the money I have. I finally arrive at my destination at jump out thanking the driver (shukria). After I finally get everything with my visa figured out (yes, I am still having trouble with it. the stupid thing is haunting me) I jump back in another rickshaw to take me to the metro where I pay 5 rupees to be taken 15 minutes down the road where the whole ride I fight my way through the current of people to make it the front by the time they get to my stop. After I get off I ward off ten more rickshaw drives all trying to corner me and give the foreign blonde girl a ride. As I walk through the market to work I realized how scary this whole hour and a half experience would have been two weeks ago. How 14 short days ago I would have flipped out having to do this all on my own and here I am in such a small amount of time concurring public transportation in another country where few people understand me and I stick out like a sore thumb like it’s no big deal. Now that my friends is some progress.
After this epiphany I walk the ten minutes and climb four flights of stairs (where I swear it gets ten degrees hotter with each flight) and am greeted with “Namaste Deedee!!” and 20 hugs from all my little nuggets. I am pulled in five different directions to play bored games, build trains with legos and work on counting. After a crazy start to the week, I never thought I would already feel this at home and this happy in five days. I know everyone is shocked but these children have captured my heart faster than I ever thought possible. They try and give me their snack when I know this is the only meal they get a day. They yearn for hugs and kisses and laughs. While I complain about how hot it is inside the center, the little kids take naps because the sleep in a one bedroom shack and share a bed with their three brothers without any fans. They wear the same shirt all week and ask why I have so many different skirts to wear. And the craziest thing of all? They are the happiest kids I have ever seen in my entire life. They are (almost) always smiling and laughing and their thirst for knowledge is amazing. I love to have them teach me Hindi as much as they love to learn English.
All these fantastic children come to “The Place of Dreams” in Lajpat Nagar market everyday to get off the streets and avoid being put into work as a child laborer (an absolutely huge problem in India, especially the big cities like Delhi and Mumbai). The center is sponsered by CHETNA and Save the Children both NPOs who have centers all around India. Getting information about what all the organizations do has been hard with the language barrier but the little I have learned from the volunteer workshop (Which was pretty hard to get anything out of since it was all in Hindi. I got free lunch though!) makes me see how amazing everything they do is. Chetna in Hindi means awareness and the abbreviation stands for Childhood Enhancement through Training and Action. Go to this website for more info on all the amazing projects they do around Delhi and India.
| One thing I do miss? Seeing the stars at night. Too much pollution in the air for them to shine through. The moon looks so lonely without any stars. |
After plans for a weekend away fell through at the last minute (I have once again blame the curse of the visa on this one too) I am happy to be sitting alone in my room waiting for the arrival of this weeks new volunteers. These first two weeks have gone by so fast. There are moments I still think “what the hell are you doing here” and other moments where I feel like I have been here my entire life and can’t imagine ever having to go home. For the hundredth time thank you for the love and support from every single one of you.








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