Community Stories

There are always people coming and going from Sewa Ashram. Some are patients, who are found on the roadsides of Delhi and experience the healing and love of the community before returning to their families. Others are visitors and volunteers who come for a visit on a trip to India, to lend their skills on a particular project, and to seek understanding about poverty. Most have a quite profound personal experience as they share in the daily life of our community and confront the reality of urban poverty in Delhi. Here are their impressions and thoughts:



Real Love Ain’t Pretty
April 25, 2012 0

More often than not, real love ain’t pretty. It doesn’t fit into a neat little box. It isn’t defined by grandiose gestures and stirring proclamations, despite our culture’s false depictions. Real love is painful. It demands sacrifice and surrender. Pride must be swallowed, and ego must be fought at every turn. The needs of another […]

The Transformative Power of Compassion
April 25, 2012 0

My mind has trouble reconciling the contrasting images placed in front of me. The photos, taken years apart, don’t even look like the same people, but they are. They’re people I’ve been hanging out with for weeks now. They’re familiar faces, but I can barely recognize them from those old photos. Their demeanor is night-and-day […]

Love of the Father
April 25, 2012 0

I met him the first night I arrived at Sewa Ashram. His smile was constant, and contagious. There didn’t seem to be an unhappy bone in his body. He came up and gestured to his lower back and mumbled something in Hindi. I understood none of it, but a staffer standing nearby deciphered for me. […]