I am the folklife festival, a whirl of culture celebrations
I am as old as the Ganges River and as young as the spring cherry blossoms
I am the blend of traditions and innovations
I am the spice in the chai, the diverse masala mix
I am the monkey on the street organ, cranking out a haunting melody you know you’ve heard before
I am flashing scarlet, subtle jade, and shimmering indigo streaked with gold
I am the heat beating down on dancing feet
The pulsing throb of drums
The sticky joy of mango juice running down a laughing chin
I am the past and future merged to create this vibrant, steaming moment