THE DAY ANY OF US ARE Born, THE CYCLES BEGIN.

Failing and learning through the constant process of growth, we become the future flag bearers for our country’s well-being and betterment. Be it running in circles at school or brainstorming at work, we learn things or innovate which will eventually get logged into the development bocks of our nation, and that’s exactly what we do, even if it is a simple task of paying taxes every month.

Since the day we are born, we are taken up as trees in the making, starting out as seeds, using resources for our processes and be getting thoughts, ideas, and action as beneficial by-products. Some of us are indicted to the front lines with the duty of protecting citizens while some are given the task nurturing the future of one’s motherland, i.e., children. In today’s time, white-collar jobs with air-conditioned rooms are more of a trend whereas there are some who spend years of harvesting and reaping our energy dosages; crops basically.

Slowly and steadily, there comes a time of dilemma, when you are chained down by the beliefs of others. Viewpoints and bits of advice have been imposed on you during this phase to such an extent that you kneel down in a shadowy corner and wonder to yourself, “When am I going to be free?” with no answers to your screams. All that is left is to keep moving, matching up with the pace of those who are aimlessly walking right by you, chained down by the dogma of society, just like you.

If any of the above seemed morbid, fret not, because for a flower to bloom or a fruit ripens, the worst must be overcome, and as far as our journey is concerned, we have as well.After dragging our feet through confusion, we eventually acquired a funny stability and achieved a certain level of happiness, which feels unreal at times. Just by working hard and being a good citizen, we have given so much to our country. We did not have to carry an AK-47 every day or mobilize mobs in our neighborhood in order to do something for our country.

That day when you gave biscuits to your street dogs on the way back home, helped the elderly gentleman carry his suitcase by the stairs even after knowing you’ll be late to work, didn’t choose to litter the road and actually search for a dustbin, you did something really small, but significant for our country as whole. Smile, because even though you were busy living life, you kept giving, and that very act of giving is sometimes the noblest thing a person can ever do.

At the end of your time something happens, you open your eyes to a clear blue sky with birds flying all around calmly, as if to signify they are going to keep moving into the abyss. You sip your hot coffee and pick up the newspaper while realizing the fact that life is somewhat better than all those years of living.

Your favorite radio channel is playing Vande Mataram and you notice a kite descending towards your balcony and it clicks you, today is something, something special. Refocusing at the newspaper, you notice a full page banner of our country’s national colors with bold text on it, and without even reading those words, you say to yourself, “At last, 71 years to Azaadi“ with The V Collection.