“As soon as I arrived at the New Delhi airport, I was anxious if anyone at Food for Life would recognise me, how things would go, and if everything would be the same as before. As soon as I came out of the airport, it was so hot. There was a lot of hustle and bustle on the street. Somehow, I got a feeling that I was on the same land where I was born. At that very moment, a car stopped right in front of me. They were here. They were here to take me to my old school- Food for Life Vrindavan. They welcomed me warmly, I felt at home. They told me that I had grown up and changed a lot.
In two-three hours, we arrived in Vrindavan. Everything had changed a lot, the trees, buildings, lanes, I couldn’t recognise anything. They took me to the guest house where I went to sleep. Everyone was very kind to me. I stayed in Vrindavan for a couple of days, visited many temples in Vrindavan, and everything was beautiful. Even the monkeys looked super cute. I had an amazing experience with the kids. It was special and made me feel that I am a part of the school. I also saw poor people on the streets who had nothing, children were playing with only what they had, but they were happy. The school remained the same as I remembered. It was so beautiful, but much bigger then before, more girls attending. I liked being in school because it reminded me of my childhood there. I loved the food there. I struggled a bit with the language there but I managed to communicate with everyone.
I loved being in India, in Vrindavan. The experience and the people will always remain etched in my heart.”