Our journey began with excitement we, the Indian group, arrived first and started preparing for a small performance to welcome our friends from across the world. There was laughter, coordination, and a whole lot of dancing!
The next day, they arrived! The energy shifted as we all came together for the orientation session, filled with icebreaker games that helped turn strangers into teammates. We finally got to perform our dance, sharing a piece of our culture with joy and pride.
Throughout the day, we engaged in various interactive sessions, each one helping us learn, connect, and grow. By the end of it, we weren’t just a group of different people anymore we were one community, ready for the journey ahead.
There's something about Delhi the energy, the people, the stories that hang in the air like a whisper of history and a roar of progress. My day in this vibrant city wasn't just a visit; it was a journey of learning, discovery, and unforgettable moments.
The morning began with purpose. We headed to the CORD Efforts recycling workshop, and I was instantly pulled into a world 1 had never deeply considered before. The way they transform waste especially cigarette butts into reusable products was both shocking and inspiring. Who knew that something so harmful could be turned into something so helpful?
One of my favorite parts of the day was the interactive session with Tabish. We dove into five key principles we strive to live by and we didn't just talk about them, we acted them out. There was laughter, teamwork, and this raw feeling of connection as we shared parts of ourselves with others through those little skits.
To top it off, we had an introduction session with the leaders people who weren't just titles or faces, but passionate changemakers. Listening to them gave me hope, courage, and a bit more clarity about the kind of person I want to grow into.
Our journey began with the grandeur of Red Fort, echoing tales of India’s past. The peaceful aura of Jama Masjid followed, humbling in its vast silence. As we stepped into the vibrant chaos of the Spice Market, every corner came alive with color, scent, and sound a feast for the senses.
The next day took a softer turn we visited a mud house, grounding ourselves in tradition and simplicity. And finally, we returned home and planted a sapling a small act of hope, a living memory of the trip.
From the monuments of history to the soil beneath our fingers, every step connected us to something deeper.
Thank you
Swayan