MANASVI SHARMA BAWA

Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.

Pierce Brown

Dear India,

Its a difficult time for you, as it is for every other place in the World right now. But let’s talk about how I am feeling. I have been soppy, I am not going to lie. I miss you.
You are a million things and yet you are the one thing that matters the most, you are home. You are where my people are. You are where I can be unapologetically me and be judged for it hilariously.

You are a part of me and I am a part of you.

I have been thinking a lot about you recently, mostly my thoughts have to do with all that yummy food you have to offer. Honestly, who can blame me? But on some days or rather most days, I think of you and my heart feels heavy. You are growing rapidly, changing a LOT and it makes me think of all the times in the past.

You have your share of problems, heck, who doesn’t? There is no Utopia and human beings remain human beings or rather just beings where ever they are. The beauty about your problems is the number of beautiful things that outweigh it. You, my love, are an experience.

But what you are not is petty. You have faced a million lashes of time and yet emerged a winner. So today, as I sulk about missing you I hope for you a bright future minus bloodshed, heated arguments, foul play, combustion etc. I hope for you unity irrespective of class, caste, creed, race, colour, language, thoughts and so on.

I hope for you peace.

I hope, hope for you.

Don’t let the trudges of time take you for a ride with them. Stand your ground and always remain home.

For you are a part of me and I am a part of you.

I am India.

Love,
You.