Goosebumps and pride

Goosebumps!!

That’s the word that summarises my whole experience as I heard this just now.

The other words that come close are pride and a re-dedicated sense of responsibility to the baton of the huge task still ahead that the founders of the independent country passed to us.

The shared sense of responsibility they all had towards bringing this anthem up despite their sharp differences and the good most of them could still see in most of the rest of them.

Didn’t know so much of the history behind our Indian national anthem.


Hats off and deep Naman 😌😌😌🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽




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