A love letter to India
Dearest India,
I miss your warm people,
those affectionate smiles…
I miss the strange stares,
and giggles when I gawk back.
I miss your head nods,
and it’s uncomplicated language.
I miss your warm chai,
and street men who made them.
I miss your philosophy,
and the teachings of interconnectedness.
I miss your chaos,
and the smallness I felt in it.
I miss your kichadi,
and the bhaiya’s who cooked it.
I miss your curiosity
and the deep questions you make me ask.
I miss your diverse landscapes,
and the animals that inhabited them.
I miss your colors,
and the vibrant mask over pollution,
I miss your welcome,
and how you nurtured me so,
I miss your generosity,
and the spirit of abundance.
But most of all,
I miss your love.
~ Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam ~