Dear India,
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.