Young girls proudly show off their mehendi designs, while their brothers jokingly stick out their tongues. Mothers chuckle as they wave with one hand, clutching their sleeping babies with the other. Men put on their serious faces, as if modeling their intricately curled mustaches for the next edition of a magazine.
In our western society, I find India to be portrayed as this magical land, bursting with amazing cultural and spiritual experiences, vibrant colors, meditation and yoga retreats, "henna" tattoos, extravagant weddings, and Bollywood movies.
I am beyond excited to return to the country of extremes. The white building in this photo represents more than a beautiful facade. This building permits education to countless children, by taking them off of the streets and providing them with a safe learning environment.
Eagerly anticipating landing in India's bustling capital, the next 18 hours in the air felt like an eternity. Little did I know, that the next time I would step foot in America, my world views would have grown by leaps and bounds. Over the course of the following three weeks, I learned more about myself, my culture, and our world than I ever thought possible.