Wednesday, 25 November 2009

the beauty of being alive...

In July 2006, I was a part of a project, the team members worked hard to bring about change in the lives of the rural, tribal, school going children.
These children were first generation school goers.
I was in charge of their emotional needs. I was to be a Friend and Counsellor. I loved my role...
I was also a translator for the volunteers who came from different parts of the world.
I was thrilled that I was part of this change.
Three years ago I was very raw and simple. ( btw, I still am!)
I had never done such work before.
I started my work in earnest. I documented everything I did, I gave my 100%.
Life was so beautiful.
The kids were very shy at first and did not trust any of us, esp. the foreigners.
it was only when we played, ate, slept with them that they cared to acknowledge us.
It took around 4 months to start the work.
Today, I met many of the kids as they came to visit me....they have grown, tall and beautiful.
enriched by the experience,
grateful that they are able to fend for themselves.
realise that they are lucky to be in the position that they are in.
I feel each one of us is on this earth to do something for society.....
what better than to help the next generation.....
wat say???

1 comment:

gopucreator said...

“I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.”
- anonymous

happy to know that you are a torch cell.......happy to know that you are a ray of hope for at least a few...