So my Youth for Development (YfD) for six months at Umang, Jaipur is over.. so, I'm at this Global Arts Village, MG road with fellow volunteers to reflect on the internship.. so, I'm meeting all these friends who worked in villages with no loo, in Naxal belts, in places where there was no order, places I probably have no information about.. and so, I should be excited and overflowing with experiences tumbling my hyper-active imagination.. but however, I feel quiet and restless!!
After a long time, I feel so strange, that I can't categorize my emotion. I am missing the place where I spent, probably the most useful six months of my life.. obviously, I miss the kids, their animated eyes, always looking out, always fascinated.. addictive stuff!!!.. while trying to translate them, while trying to extract maximum out of these six months, while sipping incessant coffees at Indian Coffee House, JKK with the amazing friends I made there, while exploring the third side of coin with Joe and while running after bus no. 220, I had no time to think about what is it that I got myself into.
After a long time, I feel so strange, that I can't categorize my emotion. I am missing the place where I spent, probably the most useful six months of my life.. obviously, I miss the kids, their animated eyes, always looking out, always fascinated.. addictive stuff!!!.. while trying to translate them, while trying to extract maximum out of these six months, while sipping incessant coffees at Indian Coffee House, JKK with the amazing friends I made there, while exploring the third side of coin with Joe and while running after bus no. 220, I had no time to think about what is it that I got myself into.
