After a journey to India, energies settle, and within the heart a kind of magical flower begins to bloom — a deeper acceptance of this extraordinary world, of people, and most importantly, of oneself. A flower of love, harmony, and the ability to see beauty and balance in life.

I want to express my deep gratitude to Aisylu and Gulnara for organizing this journey through beautiful India.

Indians are people who seem to have understood life itself — they are never in a rush. And as someone who also organizes trips, I can say that managing group travel, especially with many moving parts and responsibilities, can be very challenging. Yet these two fragile, graceful women handled every situation with ease and care. The entire journey went smoothly, without a single issue. Accommodation, transfers, and meals were all thoughtfully arranged and of a high standard.

Delhi amazed me with its royal palaces and temples, full of magic and grandeur. The Taj Mahal left a powerful impression with its majestic beauty. The elephant park in Jaipur became a special memory — these enormous animals radiate such strength and generosity that it feels like we still have much to learn from them. Elephants have now become a special love in my life.

Rishikesh was a completely different story — a place where the Himalayas and the majestic Mother Ganga cleanse the heart from everything that prevents us from loving and being loved.

Ten days after the trip, I can say that looking back, India feels like a place filled with light, joy, happiness, and immense power — in its ancient temples, in the Himalayas, and of course in the Ganges, the most sacred river in the world, which carries a sense of living presence and natural self-purification.

Aisylu and Gulnara, in the midst of India’s unpredictable and chaotic rhythm, did everything possible to make our journey rich, meaningful, and comfortable. From meals and accommodation to transfers, excursions, markets, and even medical needs — everything was handled with care and organization.

I am grateful to the organizers and to our wonderful group for the warm atmosphere, mutual support, and genuine human kindness that accompanied this journey.

In India, I felt like I was back on a childhood playground. You arrive to play, you don’t know anyone, but everyone welcomes you — people want to connect, share toys, emotions, impressions. You joyfully receive it all and give the same in return. There is no fear, shame, anger, guilt, or sadness — only unconditional acceptance, love, joy, and trust in the world. Even when you don’t speak the same language, you still understand each other, because everything is felt beyond words.

Sometimes you remember those funny, slightly dangerous childhood moments and wonder how you survived all those “crazy games” 😂. Riding motor rickshaws through the intense traffic of Delhi, without basic safety measures and seemingly without rules at all, feels like one of those childhood adventures — just in adult life 😂. The emotions are the same: joy, excitement, no fear, complete trust. And this is not an amusement ride — this is real life in a city of over 26 million people.

In childhood, when you made a mess during play, adults would call it chaos — but to you, it felt beautiful 😃. Candy wrappers under the bed were completely normal 😁. Looking at the streets of Vrindavan from this perspective, you begin to accept everything as a “creative mess” 😁. Your awareness expands, and suddenly you notice the incredible architecture of the old city with its many temples.

But deep spiritual reflection doesn’t last long 🧘🏻 — at the most unexpected moment, a monkey steals your glasses and runs away, and chaos begins 😂 Operation “Y”… As “adults,” we suddenly find ourselves negotiating with a monkey 😂, remembering what we were told — monkeys exchange glasses 👓 for fruit. Negotiations succeed: glasses are returned in exchange for an apple 🍏.

One of the biggest lessons in fearlessness and trust came from the elephants of Jaipur 🐘. We arrived at a farm where dozens of elephants are cared for in excellent conditions. A safe photo from a distance was what I expected — but our encounter became much closer. Within ten minutes, we were already embracing 🫂 like old friends. In that moment, I felt a deep warmth and the strength of loving-kindness.

When we bathed them, rainbows appeared in the water 🌈 🐘. I was also surprised to discover that elephants are covered with hair — which suddenly reminded me of the cartoon about the baby mammoth. And do you remember how that story begins? “Once upon a time, far, far in the North, an AMAZING MIRACLE happened…”

The baby mammoth came to life — and it was real! He is alive!

And so, from coldness and frozen emotions (like ice), through this “dangerous” journey across India (where we meet all kinds of feelings, even very heavy ones), we continue our path.

After a night in a bus, we wake up in the foothills of the Himalayas, crossing the Ganges river by bridge — one of the longest and most powerful rivers in South Asia. A beautiful yet wild river with a strong current. I didn’t even dare to step into it from the shore… and then I find out we are going rafting on it 😃.

Complete trust in the team and instructors — and we get into the raft. From the very first second, the Ganges River recognizes us as children despite us being strangers. It embraces us and carries us through the Himalayan foothills, revealing the beauty and safety of the world 🌍.

After three rapids, floating in calmer water and holding onto a rope, I (the inner child) find myself in warmth — a metaphor for acceptance and care — and meet Mother Ganga, my inner “good enough parent.”

“We are two sisters deeply in love with India, inviting you…” — I remember thinking how cliché that sounded, yet something inside me unexpectedly clicked without me fully realizing it.

I hesitated for a long time — to go or not to go… my mind kept trying to talk me out of it. But just before the trip, during a yoga class, I felt an inner response and clearly decided: I am going to India with the girls.

How this journey changed my perception of the world can even be traced through that very phrase where it all began.

“Two sisters” is a metaphor for carefree childhood — unconditional love, dreams, faith, trust, care, boundless happiness, beauty, play, joy, dancing, songs, beautiful outfits and jewelry… These two souls, supporting each other, have walked hand in hand since childhood, facing the challenges of the material world.

Childhood passes, and we are expected to become adults. But when two sisters are together — especially in the most beloved country of their childhood dreams — it creates incredible emotions, sparkling eyes, tears of happiness…

Aisylu, Gulnara, you didn’t just introduce me to India — you literally allowed me to see India through your eyes, through your perception. Because of that, I was able to feel it, and now I am also “in love with India,” however cliché that may sound 😁

India heals the soul, and the “Two Sisters,” Aisylu and Gulnara, are the best guides into a world where the material and the spiritual merge into one unified space ☯️

I am deeply grateful to you for organizing such a challenging yet deeply healing journey 🙏 Please don’t stop — keep saving wandering souls 🙏 A warm hug to you both.