The innocent smiles, the curious eyes, the instant friendliness and the connection. The Bambolim Anganwadi, sits in the shade of a tree, alone, transforming the whole space, with its red walls, and solid form. The air is thick with laughter and happiness, warming your heart to no extent. The children running and playing around, reading out from the walls full of charts, tending to their little backyard garden, or just looking at you with those curious eyes, and then the lips blossom into a sweet smile, accepting you.
The warmth of their smile, I felt like I had already achieved enough for the day.
It’s beautiful how they accept everything so easily, without any apprehension, with all its innocence.
I felt so welcome.
In a land, foreign to me.