A couple of weeks before we touched down, I kept asking my wife to email our friends who live in India. “Ask them for tips on how to prepare for our entry” I asked her. But as I touched down I realised there was nothing that could prepare me for what I was about to experience. The moment we hit the airport, I was assaulted by the smell, the heat, the noise. It all smashed me in the face and I was hit with the reality that we signed up for a year of this.
Our friend took us straight to our small rough two bedroom apartment which is a far cry from our home back in NZ. Our NZ home with plenty of country side, a home with a view of the bush, a home where I feel comfortable and a place where I can really focus on me.
It’s only been 4 weeks but I have been completely humbled. This two bedroom apartment now feels like a palace. We are privileged to be living in this apartment and I am now smashed in the face with ‘seeing’ my selfishness and constant want to be comfortable.
This place is changing my perspective. It changes when you see kids as young your own kids begging. Kids as young your own kids trying to sell me balloons as I wait for my taxi ride. Seeing women wash their clothes in the gutter after the rain fills it with enough water to dip their clothes in. Not being able to walk on the foot paths because it is filled with families living on them. Walking past a mother lying on the cement as she waves a piece of cardboard over her newborn child , trying to keep her cool in the crazy heat.
You get humbled, you realise you have it good and gratefulness enters your heart. Things that should be important, become important.
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