Dear India, Thank You for Embracing Us in Your Warmth
I wish to wrap myself in your comfort to find solace in my vulnerability.
You are my blanket. My place of warmth, my safety bubble, my familiar cosy corner. I wish to wrap myself in your comfort, to find solace in my vulnerability. But this particular blanket, India, is special. It doesn't just keep me warm, but wraps everyone in its embrace. It doesn't see caste, colour, ethnicity, size, belief or wealth. It doesn't sense gender, age, profession or power. It doesn't discriminate against religions, languages, rituals or backgrounds. We are all welcome in its bosom.
I am far, far away from my blanket right now. I miss its tender hug, its intimacy, its asylum. I miss the people, the smell of spices, the shifting landscapes and the swirling flavours. However far my leg treads away from my blanket, it will always have my heart.
And when the night is dark and cold, when the monsters under the bed try to snatch our cover, we will all hold onto it until our final breath. We will hold onto its last fibre, its last thread and the final stitch. The monsters may scare us, belittle us or make us scream, but our conviction will not waver. And in the end, the night will pass, the cold will vanish, and the people will wake up alive and refreshed, while the monsters perish in the scathing light of day.
We will protect our blanket and our blanket will protect us.
With limitless love,
(All 'My Report' branded stories are submitted by citizen journalists to The Quint. Though The Quint inquires into the claims/allegations from all parties before publishing, the report and the views expressed above are the citizen journalist's own. The Quint neither endorses, nor is responsible for the same.)
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