A highlight for me at Daya Dan was every moment I got to play Sister Christelata's guitar with the children gathered around. Raju particularly enjoyed shaking around and dancing to "Under African Skies" by Paul Simon. Puja and Pompa really enjoyed grabbing the guitar from me and hitting the strings with their small fingers. But at the end of my time at Daya Dan and the Gandhi Centre, it was me who was being sung to. The "we miss you Uncle" song is still slightly stuck in my head. If I haven't mentioned it before, Uncle and Auntie are the respective names for male and female volunteers.
Time has flown and these days of wrapping everything up have been incredibly hectic. Final goodbye dinners and parties with other volunteers and children, final errands, and packing my life into 40 litres of backpack to lug back to Canada, all within a matter of days.
Anyhow, Just thought I'd let you know how I was doing. This internet cafe is closing, and I'm catching a bus to the train station in 8 hours for the 24 hour ride to Delhi. Talk to ya later.
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