What am I? Who am I? Am I a thought? Am I an idea? Am I a person? Am I living? Or am I a figment of your imagination? I am India. I am the India that was robbed by the British. I am the India that has the loud and headstrong Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore, and Kolkata. I am the India that has a quiet and beautiful Leh, Pushkar, Kozhikode, and Darjeeling.
I am diverse.
I am Art. I am the Art that’s beautiful. I am the Art that makes you think. I am the Art that’s within you. I am the Art that raises a question. I am that, that makes you doubt yourself. I am that, that makes you proud of yourself. I am passion.
I am a Friend. I am the Friend that’s a part of you. I am the Friend that you’re annoyed with. I am the Friend you want to tell your darkest secrets to. I am the Friend you hug when something is amiss. I am love.
I am a Woman. I am the Woman who is shy. I am the Woman who is independent. I am the Woman who can win against a man. I am the Woman who needs a man to love me. I am the Woman who is submissive. I am the Woman who has the authority. I am desire.
I am a feeling. I am a touch. I am the thought that doesn’t let you sleep. I am happiness that warms your heart. I am the feeling that gets you through a rough day. I am the sadness that teaches you about life. I am the joy that makes your life worth living. I am the smile that lights a fire in your eyes. I am inside you. I am around you. I am you. I am me. I am all of us. I am, NakhreWaali.