I come from seeing the blue sky darken with the portend of fulsome monsoon.
I come from smelling lush ears of long grain basmati ripening in the golden green fields.
I come from hearing a fresh cob of corn being roasted over an open fire, crackling, sizzling popping and hissing.
I come from tasting spicy pakoras with sweet tea on a wet rainy day.
I come from feeling the calloused palms of my grandmother as she soothed my fevered brow with balms and whispered prayers.
I come from a land that gave the concept of compassion, brotherhood, tolerance and nonviolence to the world
I come from smelling lush ears of long grain basmati ripening in the golden green fields.
I come from hearing a fresh cob of corn being roasted over an open fire, crackling, sizzling popping and hissing.
I come from tasting spicy pakoras with sweet tea on a wet rainy day.
I come from feeling the calloused palms of my grandmother as she soothed my fevered brow with balms and whispered prayers.
I come from a land that gave the concept of compassion, brotherhood, tolerance and nonviolence to the world
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