A Happy moment…
I was on my way to the grocery store on my bicycle. I usually see teenagers or some mom with the kids in strollers or some men returning from work to home. But today I got to see two faces from my country. Faces which are similar to mine. The skin tone, the features all were same. I see similar faces from my land daily but the surprising thing about these old faces were that they were wearing my land’s traditional dresses. The old man was wearing a ‘Dhoti’. Attire which I used to see my grandpa wearing all the time as I was growing up since being a kid till the time I was with him. That moment made me remind all the beautiful time I had with my entire family…my mother, my father, my grandparents and my sister. As I passed him on the road he looked at me and gave me a beautiful smile as if I was related to him. I really can’t find words to express how I felt seeing my lands culture in this foreign country. I was so proud of my own country, its culture. I loved it. I felt so close to my country. Few feet ahead his better half was leading the way, stopping often to look back and just check her husband is keeping the pace. I wanted to stop and talk to them and invite them to my place as I would do to my grandparents. Talk to them about things back home; listen to their past experience which is thrilling at times. But I think I have missed the moment. I am still hopeful to see them again and this time I am not going to lose the chance.
