What India Means to me?

From the pani puri to the chole bhatture. The scents and aromas and being woken up in the morning by the hustling, bustling streets. Whether you lived in Kashmir or Kanyakumari, you have seen the exquisite nature of every India. The closeness you won't find anywhere. Don't know why I find myself finding it beautiful that a country of 1 billion and everyone knows what everyone is doing. Funny but gorgeous at the same time. And that's the story of every street, every nook and cranny. Yes, the pollution is like smoking 10 packs of cigarette. But oh the air. When your mother cooks the spiciest dish possible it isn't buying some Louis Vuitton but the bargaining of that single 500 rupees cloth or asking the vegetable bhaiya to give Dhaniya and mirchi free. That's a skill in all of itself. But you know what's the most beautiful part? Even after all this. Whenever India faces something, we face it together. That is my India. That is imperfectly perfect India. And I'm proud to be an Indian. Jai Hind.