“The Unseen Pull.”
Yes, I love the Indian monsoons, the food, the shopping, the cafes, the energy, the chaos… India has it all, but for me it’s much more than that.
I often wonder, why do I keep coming back?
Is it the rhythm of the streets, the untold stories of every face, the honk of traffic that never seems to stop, the aroma of chai rising from every corner stall, or the soaring ambitions quietly waiting to be nurtured?
Or,
Is it something spiritual… or perhaps some unfinished work that keeps calling me?
India dazzles with its luxuries and its grandeur, yet, walk a little further, and something feels missing in the everyday lives of the common man.
And then I see it,
…an innocent girl trying to sell balloons in the hope of making some money.
…a young woman holding her baby on the street crossing, begging for survival.
…a child sitting outside the classroom, sad and demotivated because he couldn’t clear his grade.
…a boy polishing shoes when he should be holding a book.
…a little one carrying bricks heavier than his small, fragile shoulders.
…a teenager selling flowers at traffic lights instead of planning a colorful future.
…an elderly grandmother with tired eyes, stretching out her hand for a morsel of food.
And my heart shatters and aches.
But,
Why India?
Because my roots are here, we all pick our corners of the world to love a little harder.
And,
This is mine.
Because my heart is bound to the children, unfinished dreams waiting to blossom, yet held back by uncontrollable circumstances that don’t allow them to shine.
I know I cannot change the entire world alone.
But if I can make a difference in even one child’s life, why not?
I know the planet needs help.
I know humanity needs help.
I know life needs help.
So,
And if we come together, each planting seeds of hope, nurturing them patiently, the impact can be magical.
Just imagine the joy of those tiny wins, their eyes shining, their hearts smiling, and blessings that stay with them forever.
“Little Gestures, Boundless Warmth.”
~with heart,
monika
