With the corrupt politicians and the brave soldiers,
With the poor stray dogs and the gorgeous bengal tigers,
With the potholed streets and the world class highways,
With the diarrhea and the worth it golgappas,
With the garbage dumps and the spotless malls,
With the nosy aunties and lovable neighbours,
With the polluted rivers and the gorgeous backwaters,
With the eveteasers and endless rakhi-brothers,
With the scheming autowallahs and the enterprising dabbahwallahs,
With the incessant honking and soothing temple chants in the morning,
With the lack of free public schools and the innocent pride in 6 Olympic medals,
With the queues that never queue and the strangers that will stop for you,
I love you.
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