I consider myself fortunate to be living in the country where not just me , but my parents , and their parents , and earlier generations were born
I can go visit the place where my elders lived , the house where they walked , talked , celebrated ... 💝
I can feel the proverbial "connection with my soil"
I still belong to my roots
Everything is familiar even if I visit after several years
I meet people in the mohalla where my generation and even people belonging to my children's generation know my parents and their parents
And we strike an instant connection because at some point my parents too have talked about them 😊😊😊
This is the kind of joy that rejuvenates my soul
Contrast this with those who were cruelly pulled away from their roots and forced to leave their beloved huts and homes , villages and towns !!!
Kaise ujad kar phir se basey hoNgey ... Kaise sahaa hoga dard apni zamiin se begaaney ho jaaney ka ... Kaise apnayaa hoga ek ajnabi-anjaan rahen-sahen ... Can one even imagine the emptiness that must have never left a corner of their heart !!!
Badi himmat ki baat hai
Bikhar kar simatna
Aur bikhrey huoN ko sametna
Stop the hate
Make way for peace
So we live and let live 💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐