I Love India,My India

When I was in my kindergarten age, I asked my father(Baba), Baba Who Am I?
My Baba was aghast at such a trciky question.
Instead of jumping to any reply , he asked me the reason of asking such
a question.
I told him that in my school, everyone knows who they are?
I further explained that Ram told me that he is a hindu, Aslam is a muslim, Naman is a sikh, preetam is a parsi, Tom is a christian. So, I was not aware of who I am?
My Baba wore a discomfited look on his face but I had always known him as my role model who can never get upset in any situation.He took me into his arms and told me that "you are an Indian".At that time, i was looking for some astute answer and thought that why he cannot find a better answer than this?
But as I stroll down the memory lane, I realise that what could have been a better answer than this.A country that is our motherland nurtures a child right from the moment of his birth.The child takes naps in the laps of her shadowy trees. He dwadles on her chest and what can be a happier moment for a mother than this.He tumbles down and she holds him in her arms.
But suddenly, the child who has grown into a man by his motherland's love leaves the country.He goes in search of money to pursue his ambitions .The blind love that he got from his country is of no importance to him.His country cries , she cries like anything ,the rivers are flooded with her tears.There is no one to console her . EveryBody was pointing out her short coming and going gaga over that man's abilities who has left the country.
Then there was a long lull. But listen to the distant cries of a man in pain.
It seems to be very famaliar sound.Then there are silhouettes of a man crawling on the ground, he is wounded.His wounds are emotional not physical.
He cries for help and her mother is on her toes to embrace him and love him as nothing had ever gone wrong between them and the man sleeps in the lap of her mother.
It seems that he has never slept in between and is currently the luckiest person earth who has all the things he wanted but all he wanted was his mother, his country,India.
That's why I love my country , my India.


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Siddhartha