Independence day is upon us, and I find it a laughable
concept.
Last night, my sister asked me before going to bed, whether
I’d be accompanying her to our school today, for the flag hoisting ceremony in
the morning (My family usually does this every year on this day, a chance to go
back to our childhood happy place, and don our patriotic shoes.) In reply to her question, I had a dazed
expression on my face. All I have been thinking about since Monday is how I’m
lucky enough to get some extra sleep this Thursday because it’s a holiday. I
should’ve felt guilty (like I did the two years I didn’t follow this ritual
because I was working on my college festival), but I didn’t. Independence? What
Independence?
