India... is where the heart is..
the land of black and yellow autos... of muddy temple steps... of cows that cause traffic jams... of multicolored chuskee popsicles... of untimely rains.. of tobacco chewing rikshaw drivers... their skin shiny wid sweat... of kids playing in the park wid runny noses..tattered clothes.. of century old windows in broken forgotten houses.... block printed cheap sarees...village women..their faces half hidden but eyes that hit you ... the swing of their confident walk...
the land of our maid who now has a pucca house and a grandchild... shes the greatest queen i know.... the land where my pirate doggy is buried somewhere... the land whr iron jungle gyms of my childhood stand.. so hot they used to be in the sun... the mysterious house with hand prints of the mango tree witch...
the land where my gray school building stands.... red brick nurseries... my beautiful Mrs Kitty.. her flowing skirts...the haunted church... school where 23 and 24 grew...of lil sunflowerlike kids in th morning..
Land of rain puddles... streetfood that makes u sick... saadhoo babas under the bridge wid tangles of hair... sweet birds u find on a mountain top... pahari dogs lookin afta th sheep...It's the land of my mom's embrace ... the land on which she sheds a hidden tear jus when I turn away at athe airport.. of her love that pulls me back wherever I am..India is where i always long to be .....
