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India, as I see it

Here I share some sights of this majestic country. You may have seen it, and may or may not liked it, but to understand it, you have to stay here and let grow on you.

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You ask me what India is to me–

a Muslim, an erstwhile Hindu,

an in-between.

The thousand colours of the sky at dawn
when pink Clouds frame the golden Sun,
and purple Night lingers watching
holding an orange Moon in her arms,
and no grudges are held either way
as night gives way to the day.

The multi-hued trees of Sariska in autumn,

the dense forests of Ramnagar,

the sand dunes of Udaipur,

the lakes of Dispur,

the snowy mountains of Srinagar,

and the rocky plateaus and red soil of Bellary.

It is the sand of thousand colours

in Kanyakumari that I dream of

and the seashells my mum sent to me…

It is the heavenly smell of food

cooked with love

Siwai on Eid,

Gujhia on Holi,

Plum cake on Christmas

and Halwa on Vaisakhi.

India to me, a Muslim,

as it is to me as a Hindu.

It is the land of my birth,

my love, my home, my sanctuary.