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I
looked around and then looked down. A tiny droplet escaped my eyes.
“You
belong here”, said a voice within and I nodded to myself.
INDIA...
Its
crowd... noise...
Jasmine
clad hair... five yard saris...
That
madness... craziness...
Unity
in diversity...
People
spitting and pissing on road...
A
four-member family squeezed in a two-wheeler...
Honking
buses...
And
autos of course!
Crazy
had been life in a foreign land...
Abandoning
the identity, land, family and loved ones for money and professional glory...
Was
it worth it?
As
the breeze caressed me, I realized what I missed...
And
what I wanted!
Always....!!!
I felt your love for the country and its people!
ReplyDeletejanet
Thanks Janet :)
DeleteYou painted a vivid picture. Well done!
ReplyDeleteA lovely story, I heard the noise, smelled the scents - good and bad
ReplyDeleteWell done
Dee
Thanks Dee...
DeleteDear Satya,
ReplyDeleteI can only echo what's been said. So vivid, your story is almost three dimensional.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks a ton Rochelle for your amazing image...
DeleteGreat descriptions of the sight and sounds (and smells) of India. It's a great thing to realize where you belong.
ReplyDeleteVery true...
DeleteThanks :)
Very good picture of India through your words :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Valli :)
Deleteit's a really touching piece. and you did a wonderful job with the descriptions... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lott :)
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