The colors of my country.so powerful.so strong.that refuse to wash away easily.leaving a stain on my skin.making sure I’m always reminded of my roots.of my place of birth,my country.India!
The sunny afternoons.the sweat on my forehead slowly trickling down.reminding me of the hot humid weather.that gave me a permanent tan.the tan.refusing to leave.in the fear of my mind turning a wanderer.
The cotton fabric.weaved with love.by my countrymen.when adorned.remind me of the times I struggled.to straighten the stubborn pleats on the stiff starched cotton sari.that refused to allow any creases change its appearance.reminding me to never change.to never try to blend in.to always remain who you truly are.
The road side hawkers selling true soulful food.that tingle my taste buds to such a level.that they refuse to acknowledge another try at that fine dining restaurant.this lingering taste.always reminding me.to come back to where it all began.
The dust blowing in my face.every time I travel on those uneven roads.letting the wind hit my bare face.refusing to cover it.that feeling.too strong to forget.as I sit in a plush room, with the AC on full blow.reminiscing over these moments.
As I walk into my ancestral home.I still visualize my grandparents arguing over the lunch menu.as their arguments slowly fade away.I hear a howzzaatt! My trail of cousins playing the game of cricket in our backyard.breaking the glass window with a clean sweep.that window.still un-touched.un-repaired.the sharp edges of the broken glass refusing to accept a mend.making sure my memories stay fixed.forever.
The lights are lit up in beautiful diyas.with the oil seeping through slowly.keeping the dancing flame alive.but slowly staining the floor.that oil stain.refusing to come off.reminding me of the innumerable diwalis spent together.that stain.only meant to get darker.year after year.
This.my country.that I call home.in my memories.and on my mind.forever and ever.
Photography: Swati Dixit
Location: Hidden somewhere in-between Karnataka & Maharashtra