When I Saw MAG

By Tiffany T., New City, NY

When I saw the colorful saris swaying with the wind
When I heard the vendors and the cows along the streets
When I smelt the mouth-watering curries cooking
When I ate the sweet ladoos
When I felt the cool, soft water along the Ganges River
I knew this was my India
Ente swanthum India
(My own India)

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