Sakshi is an avid traveller and her blog has stories from her solo adventures. Follow her here: Pensive Sagas
Here is her story from volunteering in Ladakh. Read and share.
Try and think about a moment that you wish could keep repeating again and again.
I experienced such a moment.
Since the time I’ve got back people have been wondering what did I possibly do for a month in Ladakh being all by myself.
Alright, so try to picture yourself staying between the hills with fresh water streams flowing, apples and apricots growing in abundance and not to forget adorable kids everywhere around trying to learn a little something about you!
I was fortunate for getting a chance to volunteer with http://avalokitesvaratrust.org/. Avalokitesvara Trust is all about empowering children with the gift of education, the joy of learning, for a better overall quality of life in Ladakh. Ensuring the kids learn a lot more outside their textbooks. They have partnered with around 40 schools all over Ladakh and they keep looking out for volunteers who are selfless nurturers and love to be around children.
I believe more than giving my time to teach them something new, I’ve learnt way more from the kids. I stayed at Rizong Nunnery for 2 weeks with nuns aged between 2 to 90 years old. Story telling sessions have never been more interesting and animated for me before. The kids wait for someone to sit and talk to them. Hear their stories, dreams and imaginations. Having someone you can joke around with. Or probably be like a motherly figure. There were nights when the 2 year old slept next to me while I read bed time stories to the kids.
Solo travel certainly teaches you a lot. And this trip specifically, not only made me feel empowered but also reoriented.
I learnt to be way more resourceful. Learning how to figure out the smallest of things to travelling all by myself for the entire month and handling everything that came my way! And I think I owe it to the kids. Co-incidentally, Teacher’s Day happened to fall during my stay. A nunnery that has been there between the hills for over 100 years without any network and no shops around, the kids managed to call for a cake. It was first time in the history of the nunnery, there was a cake in the nunnery.
From waking up to Buddhist prayers and chilly mornings to having a sumptuous supper followed by bed time stories. Each day unravels something new. I happened to start loving the pleasure of my own company.
The stories are endless and so are the pictures. Parting away with everything materialistic and giving time to people who truly appreciate you being around, got to be the most rewarding feeling ever. For now, tell me what do you think of an experience like this?
Till the next time,
Spare some time and share with someone who’d appreciate.
What about bringing back that smile by doing something you love?
I let travelling do that for me.