On March 4th, 2012, I saw, what I can only see in India (poem)

I was in Delhi and after a refreshing nap,
I got up, made prashad, Gurudware-wala-halwa.

I had invited all the helpers (with families),
to a local sweet-snack shop in the neigborhood.

I reached the Aggarwaal's shop with that halwa,
along with my nephew(13) & son(9) of our press-wali.

The youngest one, explored the shop thoroughly,
and then stated "chuski with blue, green, yellow & red".

There was a joy in his eyes, as he saw those colors,
pouring onto the ice ball; he licked it, watched it, licked..

Once he was done, he saw my nephew eating Lays chips,
when asked, if he wanted that, he said, "...but I had 1 thing."

On hearing, that he could eat more than 1 thing today,
he simply followed my nephew in eating, Maaza, rasmalai, golgappa...

The young cooking lady showed up, dressed up with makeup,
and relished 4 rasmalais, maaza, golgappas and held onto 1 Maaza togo.

The cleaning lady came in, and was lost in deciding the order,
for she had no idea what tasted what, & the cooking lady guided her through.

Then, arrived, driver with his newly married dressed-up bride,
he was in his party clothes with a lot of pride and she shy, in her saree & jewels.

Both of them ate very modestly with the wife letting husband decide,
but, it was joyful for me to serve, the people who had served me & are serving my family.

Once they left, I stayed in the market with my nephew to buy Holi colors,
and when I shared the prashad with the shopkeeper, some strangers stepped forward to ask for it.

Now, thats something possible only in India, where people trust stranger's prashad,
ask for it with complete faith and eat it after touching it onto their forehead, saying their God's name.

Who says my India is no longer the land of spirituality?

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)