...The British Raj.
Gandhi and Nehru. Saris and holy forehead dots.
Vindaloo Curry and Darjeeling Tea. Computers and Cricket.
This is India.
But is it? I’d rather think of India as a
mystical place guarding the secrets of life, and beyond.
Where gods, people and nature are intertwined.
Where reincarnation rejuvenates the world
and unites us as one.
When I return to the banks of the Dhansiri, to this Bengal,
Not as a man, perhaps, but as a salik bird or white hawk,
Perhaps as a dawn crow in this land
of autumn's
new rice harvest,
I'll float upon the breast of fog one day in the
shade of a jackfruit tree.
- Jibanananda Das
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