The little girl beamed with radiance as each contingent marched past, their footsteps an echo of confidence and pride, a true testament of loyalty to the country and its people. The spectacle knocked the breath out of everyone watching, it was nothing short of amazing. The footsteps of soldiers a thrumming beat coinciding with the hearts of those young and old alike.
The contingents transioned to the tableaus driving by one after the other, embracing their culture and field of expertise, their vibrant colours painting ear to ear smiles on the faces of people, tunes resonating with them, courage and pride filled their veins, the spirit of the patriot a blazing flame.
The girl continued to gape with dazzaling eyes as she witnessed the marvel of this culture rich country in all its glory, nothing failing to surprise her, every smile and grin pure and innocent.
She leaned in as the dancers fell into formation after the tableaus, every swirl and twirl in synchronised harmony, the music accompanying their every move. The girl stared in awe while the dancers lived in the moment, letting their craft take form. The audience took their time absorbing the beauty, the elegance and the sophistication on display as the dancers continued to showcase their culture with the grace of a deer.
Eyes turned towards the bikers as they rode through the fog engulfed roads of the Kartavya Marg, each face in a state of delight and contentment, the women showcasing their skill and resilience as they drove past, grinning with pride.
The little girl stood up on her chair and waved her flag while pointing her other hand towards the women on their bikes "I will be one of them when I grow up." she said, her voice edging with joy and promise.
I'm so proud omg