India69

suryanarayana
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Mother India smiled free from all worries….

India69 the granddaughter of British Raj  felt herself transformation, she was moving towards  another level of consciousness, the first symptom of realizing that the transformation was afoot was the that she stopped worrying, nothing bothered her anymore, she had become light-hearted and full of joy.  Second was that she was encountering more and more meaning full coincidences in her life, more synchronicity, she was slowly moving towards experiencing the miraculous. This had happened each time, when she shed the skin of MoghalIndia and the skin of Britishraj came in, then came the casting off of Britishraj.

For she knew her sons were all singers when they were happy, and every daughter was a dancer as she walked to the shop at the corner. Food was the music in the body and music the food in the heart, romance, and love made this possible. These were the hope of tomorrow, those who had the potential to rejuvenate her from decay

When people spoke of her, they either revered her, or called her an ancient being or they called her an under developed country. But she knew in the context of history and culture she was tired, confused and a highly developed one in an advanced state of decay.  Decline was also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn was just as sensual as springtime; there is as much greatness in dying as inn procreation.

She knew that her way of dealing with conquerors would seem, strange to many, in defeat she beckoned them in, they slowly seduced, assimilates and transformed them.  Generations of invaders had tried but they remained in exile, they could only build retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who could not find their way home.  She knew their trouble, in its uttermost depth, she could invite come, it could be through disgust, or reverence, she knew she could not be defined, she knew she was not a promise, and that she was only an appeal.

People fell in love with the most perfect aspects of her personalities. Everybody did, actually so did humans, falling in love with the most wonderful parts of another but that was only a part, would the invaders accept the flaws? Of course they did look at an apparent flaw and say, “I can work around that. I can make something out of it” without realizing they were only strengthening the dark.

The edges of the last invasion was forging of course with visible keloids, but  the 69yr. Old spirit called India knew that the future was not disturbing, for when one met the future if one had to the same weapons of reason which the political India armed herself with against the present would work. Complex right?

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

India69 knows she is not in search of sanctity, sacredness, purity these things were found after this life, like the Vedic presence that she had is sacred now, but in this life and time, no her search was to be completely human, to feel, to give, to take, to laugh, to get lost, to be found, to dance to love and to lust to sum up to be human.  Having lived as long as she had, she knew humanity or people weren’t all good, or all bad, they moved in and out of darkness and light all their lives, she India 69 through her Vedic India form, MoghalIndia form or Britishraj form had inspired, fed and nourished herself with the dark and light, right now, she was pleased to be in the light, the Limelight.

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