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)
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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