I still remember my first 4th of July in America.
The fireworks lit up the sky like a million dreams bursting into color —
dreams that brought me here from a small town in India, with just two suitcases,
an H1B visa, and a heart full of hope.
That night, I stood in a local park, surrounded by strangers who waved flags
and sang along to “God Bless America,” though I didn’t know the lyrics,
I felt the emotion. I felt the unity.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt home.
Years later, I’ve built a life here. I’ve grown in my career,
started a family, and embraced the values of hard work and opportunity.
I still cook biryani on weekends and celebrate Diwali with lamps and sweets.
But on the 4th of July, I proudly wear red, white, and blue.
I cheer for the land that gave me a second chance —
a land built on courage, hope, and freedom.
I may have been born under a different sky,
but this nation embraced me with open arms.
And for that, I celebrate with all my heart.
Happy 4th of July — from one proud Indian-American to this incredible country I now call home.
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Two flags. One heart. Endless gratitude.