India is, in a word, magical.
There is no way to explain the atmosphere where all of your senses are pulled in every possibly direction. The moment your feet touch the streets of Delhi you are thrust into a world you could never have anticipated. India is a place of oppositions living in harmony. It is a country where old meets new, east meets encroaching west, Hinduism meets New Age, street peddlars coexist with American department stores, and slums are built along side sky scrapers and celebrity homes. 
If you were to take the metro in New Delhi on the blue line towards Dwarka, away from the sky scrapers and western businesses, towards the sub-cities, eventually you would reach the line’s end. Disembark, hop a city bus, grab a taxi, and walk a few hundred yards and you’ve arrived in Bijwasan, a small village on the southwestern outskirts of India’s capital city. It’s the place I’ve called home for the past 3 weeks. Delhi is rapidly growing and Bijwasan has been swallowed up in it’s expansion.
My team and I are working in an orphanage in Bijwasan called Asha Missions. Asha, which in Hindi means “hope,” houses 32 children from ages 3-15 all with varying backgrounds and family situations. The mission is like a sheep among wolves, an organization of hope amidst a city that has turned it’s back on the poor, the widow and the orphans. It is the lone christian establishment in a predominately Hindu neighborhood. All day long with play with the children and help with homework, lead prayer time and run VBS in the afternoons.
