It’s difficult for me to write and appropriate review about my one month experience here in Amrit Kunja farm. I will try to do my best.
First off all: what I leave and what I will miss the most.
– The goats and the buffalos, especially when they speak loudly
– Preparing the delicious home-made buffalo butter
– Cutting the vegetables in the morning, near the kitchen Firenze, with Sister and Mum
– Eating the dalhbaat with my hands
– Drink buffalo milk tea more then 4 times day
– Giving water to the vegetables, especially to the cawliflowers  I planted  (it’s a good form of meditation)
– Playing chess matches in the evening with brother Jeeban
– Sleeping outside and see the sunrise every morning from my bed
– Walking everywhere with the sandals
– Hearing insects and birds speaking a misterious language
– Listening to Dad song
– Calling Nani and Babu and have fun with them
– Being called Raju

On second hand, what me and brother Jeeban Bastola recognized as our Revolution. Becouse we think that also the smallest seed of millet can start the Change.
– The straw revolution
– The manure revolution
– The Rudrakhsya revolution
– The firecamp revolution
– The pond revolution
– The Poon hill revolution
– The millet revolution
– The honey revolution

I will never forget a single moment spent in this farm. The beauty is here inside