The field trip.
A field note from the Warm Shoulder Foundation There was something incredibly soothing about this village from the moment I entered it. The narrow lanes echoed with evening Gurbani playing through loudspeakers, and the whole atmosphere felt steeped in innocence, faith, and a kind of stillness that I haven’t felt in a very long time. It felt as if God had quietly opened a small window for me to walk through. I met the Sarpanch and introduced myself, shared the work I do in the mental health space. He was with his father—simple, honest people whose eyes reflected trust. Within minutes, the father mentioned that he would like me to meet their daughter-in-law. There was no hesitation, no formality—just pure openness. She came out and began her conversation with three words most women are too afraid to say out loud: “I’m not fine.” There was no mask, no performance. Just truth. She told me she had constant headaches, that her hands sweat, that she struggles to get out of bed, and that ...