My Community Immersion started on a surprisingly beautiful note — the kind that stays in your heart
But honestly, for me, staying in someone else’s home, adjusting to a new environment, and trying to feel comfortable… it was a big thing.
Because I’ve never really had a place where I felt like I completely belonged.
Before reaching this home, I visited so many houses
Either the situation wasn’t right, or the family backed out at the last moment.
Each time someone said no, something inside me felt heavier.
I started thinking, “Why am I doing this? Mujhse nahi hota yeh sab.”
The irritation, helplessness, and feeling of being unwanted kept piling up
Finally, I gave myself one last chance.
One last house. One last hope
If this family also refused, I was ready to give up.
But life had something kinder written for me
This family didn’t just agree — they welcomed me with open arms
I’ve never had a “complete” family in the traditional sense, but here… suddenly I had everyone
A grandma, a grandpa, a bhaiya, a bhabhi, and two little girls who instantly became my little sisters
My mornings became the softest part of my day
Sitting with grandma and grandpa in the warm winter sunshine, listening to their stories about politics, society, and Varanasi.
In the evenings, we visited the fields.
Dadaji guided me with simple instructions that made me feel included.
Dadiji’s warmth, her constant “Kuch khayogi?”, her gossip, her laughter — it all made me feel at home
Bhaiya and bhabhi treated me like their own and supported me in everything
Then I fell sick.
My body gave up, but they didn’t
They checked on me, gave me medicines, arranged injections — cared for me as if I was their daughter
That week changed something in me
This Community Immersion taught me about belonging, acceptance, and love that doesn’t need blood relations.In a place I was scared to go… I found a family I never had.
