My Heart Belongs to Bharat

I come from India — not just a place, but a feeling. A land where every celebration is more than an event — it’s a story, a tradition, a memory in the making. 

Weddings in Bharat aren’t just a single day of ceremony — they are multi-day celebrations, where every day carries a purpose, every ritual tells a story, and every moment comes wrapped in emotion. Every event represents something special—love, hope, and the strong bonds that hold us close. 

Our festivals—like Diwali, Holi, Navratri, and Rakhi—are alive with colour, lights, and happiness. They bring warmth to every home and make every street feel like a big family gathering. They remind us that happiness is meant to be shared, and that no matter what, we are part of something bigger — a vibrant, timeless tradition. 

Now that we’ve grown up and life has taken us across cities and countries, those memories feel even more precious. I carry them like sacred souvenirs — the sparkle of lights, the scent of marigolds, the laughter of cousins echoing late into the night. I remember when we believed the night would never end — because it felt too full of life to fade. 

Yes, I am from Bharat — and no matter where I am, my heart remains wrapped in those memories, in that colour, and in that endless love. I always look forward to going back and feeling like that child again. 

It’s where my heart will always belong.  

Sujati Butola