I haven’t written a blog post on our Independence day until this time. I don’t know, perhaps growing old makes you feel a tad bit more responsible towards being a true citizen. Our schools did their jobs well for instilling the sense of nationalism in our hearts. We are proud of our country, no matter what we say, and everytime the beat goes on, “Sare Jahan Se Acha, Hindustan Hmara” we beam with a different kind of feeling, one that is inexplicable.

I think about everything and everyone I can, who fought their lives because of which I am sitting here peacefully at my table today and typing this piece. Being free would vary, in literal sense. But just imagine, not being able to express your voice, or having to follow a dictator, or keeping shunn with a law that you are against. What we have now, I sure do not take that for granted and I am aware of the struggle that went behind it. I am also aware of the struggle ongoing to make sure I can keep safe. I am aware that I am equally a part of this mob, and I know my share of work and I am on it.

I believe it will never feel enough, whatever we do. However, knowing that we are trying to contribute, in whatever possible way, is all the matters.

Cheers to 75 years of freedom, and beyond.

Happy Independence Day to all my Indian friends, fellow bloggers, and family.