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Phir milenge!

Instructors, Instructor

Dear friends and families, Soon our beloved baby dragons will be flying back your way at 500 mph. Yes, tears happened as we said our goodbyes, and genuine hugs were given that lasted longer and were tighter than usual. But as one of our students......Read More

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Uh

Aidan Loftus, Participant

All and sundry sitting here, in that strange zeal of transition, with floating smiles and fleeting thoughts meeting each other in those awkward cross-room gazes. Some of that careful solace I’ve found in shared departure sits in my skull- that......Read More

WTBD Yaks from India

India: Himalayas to the Ganges River

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Rumination

Hayden Elms, Participant

I am sitting in a field watching the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. I can scarcely make out green parrots fluttering in the branches and crows cry out as they tail a hawk smoothly sailing off through the cool mountain air.......Read More

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Sweet Memories

Esmé, Participant

Over the past few months I have tried to taste as many Indian sweets as possible. When I first began my mission, the task was daunting. The most popular flavours were unfamiliar to me (saffron, rose, pistachio) and they came in varieties I had......Read More

WTBD Yaks from India

India: Himalayas to the Ganges River

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How playing with Fire will save the Dying Arts

Caroline, Participant

I have always had a soft spot for the dying arts. These arts were things people used to devote their whole lives to; things they would spend every waking hour practicing, and would pass on through generations of their families. These arts are slowly......Read More

WTBD Yaks from India

India: Himalayas to the Ganges River

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For The Love of Sitar

Sam Speight, Participant

The first day I met Neerajh I was nervous to say the least. I had no idea how a strange man I met only 3 weeks ago was going to be one of the closest relationships I made in Varanasi. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into and now that I think......Read More

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India: Himalayas to the Ganges River

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Texts from Trap Phones

Sophie Howe, Participant

In Varanasi, because of the nature of the city, phones are required for us students to communicate with our Instructors, ISP mentors, home stay families, and each other, of course. These are no iPhones, or Androids, my friends. These are the kinds......Read More

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India: Himalayas to the Ganges River

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Thoughts on Transference

Julia, Participant

One of our tasks during this period of Transference was to post a final yak. I, like most human beings, find it incredibly difficult to write something meaningful and deep on such short notice and under such a time crunch. Instead, have some......Read More

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My Vision of India

Kate Middleton, Participant

My vision of India changes every day: it developes and it transcends, it is altered and it is cemented. As we all sit on a train after a day of travel which takes us away from Varanasi, the city we have learned to live in, I am filled with......Read More

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India: Himalayas to the Ganges River

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Transference begins

Instructors, Instructor

Dear friends, family, and followers – This morning we left behind Amritsar and concluded X-Phase. The instructors are once more instructors, the students are great, and the rides out of the dusty plains of Punjab into the Himalayan foothills......Read More

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Letter to Varanasi

Esmé, Participant

Dear Varanasi, I will forever cherish the month I spent with you. I miss starting my day with a tikka being painted on my forehead; watching the sun rise from the haze; the tempting smell of the delicious street food beckoning me; getting held up......Read More

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X-Phase: The New Regime

Instructors, Participant

Welcome to Amritsar, where the Temples are Golden, the Baghs are Jallianwala, and the students are the instructors. We run it now. Following an early morning taxi to a slightly less-early flight, a brief foray in the New Delhi metro, and a delirious......Read More

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I promise I’m human

Anonymous, Participant

01100011000010101000110101001/-// c o n v e r t i n g+{initiate language protocol} Mom, Julia is my mom. Today, a mere three inches from my right ear, she slowly sung a song of moderation. One to stop me from breaking my codex, so I could fit......Read More