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India of My Dreams
Introduction
William Dement said, “Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of ourMy India My Pride lives.” He says that sometimes this insanity can be fruitful and sometimes very infectious and sometimes very delectable and delicious. It is in many ways necessary for a country like India to be insane and dream as it is a bigger crime not to dream than to dare to dream.
India of my dreams is a topic, which is as wide and deep as universe and to write about this subject is like “romancing” with India. There is so much to dream about India; so much to cherish, so much to cheer, so much to hate and so much to desire about it. The issue is what should be penned and what should be omitted. This is a very emotional topic, too close to my heart.
India is an ancient country but a young nation and we, Indians are united and are proud of our rich culture and rich heritage, proud of secular democracy, proud of its vastness, its diversity and proud of its rivers, mountains, plains, plateaus and deserts. So, here I am dreaming about India, my motherland that has given me so much that I will forever remain in her debt.
The Dream
As I dream, I see myself travelling on road. I don’t know where I am or where I am heading to. There is a road and on both sides are farm fields with yellow flowers of ‘sarson’. “Oh my god! How majestic!! How beautiful!! I love my India,” I repeat this phrase several times.
Feeling proud, I move ahead heading towards infinity. I am travelling through a picturesque landscape and amazing scenery. I can see mountains all around and from the road to the foothills, there are crops indicating the prosperity and happiness all over.
I finally reach a village on the foothills of the mountains. I am on foot now, travelling through the village, passing through the narrow lanes. I am thirsty as it is too hot as there is a sudden change in weather. I ask a young little boy
Introduction
William Dement said, “Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of ourMy India My Pride lives.” He says that sometimes this insanity can be fruitful and sometimes very infectious and sometimes very delectable and delicious. It is in many ways necessary for a country like India to be insane and dream as it is a bigger crime not to dream than to dare to dream.
India of my dreams is a topic, which is as wide and deep as universe and to write about this subject is like “romancing” with India. There is so much to dream about India; so much to cherish, so much to cheer, so much to hate and so much to desire about it. The issue is what should be penned and what should be omitted. This is a very emotional topic, too close to my heart.
India is an ancient country but a young nation and we, Indians are united and are proud of our rich culture and rich heritage, proud of secular democracy, proud of its vastness, its diversity and proud of its rivers, mountains, plains, plateaus and deserts. So, here I am dreaming about India, my motherland that has given me so much that I will forever remain in her debt.
The Dream
As I dream, I see myself travelling on road. I don’t know where I am or where I am heading to. There is a road and on both sides are farm fields with yellow flowers of ‘sarson’. “Oh my god! How majestic!! How beautiful!! I love my India,” I repeat this phrase several times.
Feeling proud, I move ahead heading towards infinity. I am travelling through a picturesque landscape and amazing scenery. I can see mountains all around and from the road to the foothills, there are crops indicating the prosperity and happiness all over.
I finally reach a village on the foothills of the mountains. I am on foot now, travelling through the village, passing through the narrow lanes. I am thirsty as it is too hot as there is a sudden change in weather. I ask a young little boy