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BEING A WORKAWAY IN INDIA

 

An experience from Claudia Valdeón….

I still remember the face of my mum when I told her: “Mum, I’m going to India”, is impossible to forget the way she stared at me and said, “You are crazy if you think I’m going to allow you to go alone to that country.” And I replayed, “But mum, I’m not going alone.” And I smiled at her. Here is where my adventure began, or maybe we can go back a little bit more…

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I was traveling through Europe using Workaway when I luckily landed in Bharati’s Ashram, in Sasbachwalden, after a really bad experience in another place. For me it was like a dream, amazing people, high quality food, my work was appreciated… And I established a deep connexion with Bharati, but especially with her little son, Gabriel Shiva.

I was hearing India’s call in my heart for a long time, but as a woman travelling alone, I didn’t know what to think about it, because people love to speak too much about this controversial territory, sometimes good, sometimes bad, and I was feeling not secure enough to make the big step.

So I was delighted of being close to Bharati to ask her all my India’s questions. She was more than an expert after living there many years, she really knew all the faces that India has. After more than one interrogation, she tough me the first lesson I needed to learn. “India is like a mirror, whatever you have inside, it will give you back.”

One of my last days in Sasbachwalden, Bharati asked me for a private talk. When we sit down on her place, she started, “I want to offer you something, but of course you can answer whatever you feel.” In this moment I was afraid, but she continued, “Do you want to come to India with us?”. First I tried to find the words inside my throat, but I couldn’t, and then I just said, “Yes, YES, YES, YEEEEEEEES.” We laughed together, and we spoke more about details.

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After this powerful notice, the rest of the days in the Ashram went fast. When December arrived, I packed my stuff, I said Continue reading