We are a strange breed of people as unique as our land. Strange as we are like no other race of the world. But what race are we? What is actually our ethnicity? Who knows that perfectly? Yet everyone knows us. We are Indians. Not a race, not an ethnic group, but the different yet alike people of a rich, varied and a wonderful country.
I am digressing. Not an annoying trait anymore as often I dream about how beautiful my country and like nothing better than to relishing the dreams aloud. Ever tried describing your country to an outsider? Realization dawns that you had never really realized!
One fascinating thing (among millions) about us is, we celebrate. And we celebrate like no other! For holidays, for slacking? Maybe, maybe not. But surely for the joy of celebrating, the unparalleled happiness that remains associated with festivals and festivities! We are a happy bunch of people!
Thanksgiving. My first. We celebrated not just with the joy of having a long weekend which is all you get in this country but actually a festival of giving thanks.
And I was in Chicago! With people I love. Not doing anything but just being. Pampered, cared for and treated like the princess I never thought I was, you just know why over every little thing that hurts you, that doesn’t go your stubborn way, you still are in love with the same wonderful person… You just see why we celebrate love. Even over the pain of separation, of having to pull apart when you would like nothing better than to be melded and molded to the one.
And thinking about giving thanks. On Maverick Misfit, I am thankful for my ability to write and express (for me, it’s not so easy in real life), and the freedom. I am thankful for the people I have known in this world and the joys reading has brought me. I am thankful for the love I receive whether there are lows or highs.
Finally, I am thankful for my wonderful friends I have never met but who are as important a part of me as anyone else! And the unconditional, bottomless love. You’ve made my life worthwhile.