Namita Waikar

Labani Jangi

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She was helping little Sonu
complete a painting for a drawing competition organized in her office for the
young children of employees. Today was the last day to submit entries for “The
India of my dreams.&#39;&#39; Sonu was about to complete her painting. “Ma, come, sit
with me, please.” If it were not for her daughter’s relentless requests…she was
in no mood for colours this morning. She was in fact hooked on to the news,
while pretending to work. Reluctantly, however, she moved closer to her little
one. A warm smile flashed across
her daughter’s face as she took the child in her lap. “Look!” said Sonu excitedly
pointing at her drawing. On the television, a woman clad in saffron attire was
spewing hatred in her ears. The clip from the Dharm Sansad had gone viral. She
did not know which out of the two she was doing absent-mindedly – listening to
the woman or looking at her daughter’s painting. In the latter, six or seven
human figures stood out against a beautiful backdrop. Men, women, children, against
fields that glittered emerald green under the melting orange of an evening sky.Were the colours too warm or
the words too violent, she did not know. But she struggled to keep her moist
eyes focused on these tiny, all white human figures, unmistakably consumed by
their respective religious identities – a skull cap, a headscarf, a shiny cross
around the neck, a sindoor-filled parting, a turban... Each with the most
innocent smile and outstretched hands holding those of an unknown other on
either side. The orange and the green and the white all seemed a bit smudged
then as she let a tear well up her eyes and slide...

The India of my dreams

ମୋ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର ଭାରତ

মোৰ সপোনৰ ভাৰত

ভারত, সে আমার স্বপ্নের দেশ

મારા સપનાનું ભારત

میرے خوابوں کا بھارت

जिस हिंदुस्तान का ख़्वाब देखा था

ನನ್ನ ಕನಸಿನ ಭಾರತ

Pune

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The India of my dreams

A writer is moved to strong emotions and poetry as the air fills with words of violence and hatred in the country she loves and calls home

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