Back home... but my soul is still wandering in those dusty village paths and innocent eyes.
In the quiet moments with those kids, I felt something I’ve never truly known before the real essence of life. Their smiles in the face of struggle, their laughter echoing through scarcity...It woke something in me.I now realize that much of my past life chasing things, living in ego, complaining was just a false shell. What I thought was living, was merely surviving. True living is found in love, in giving, in serving... in sharing a meal, a hug, a smile.Those little hearts taught me what no book or guru could fully explain That when you touch a soul, you touch God. And through them, I felt the presence of Radha Maa... quietly, gently holding all of us.
