It’s still early morning, as I’m sitting for tea (and biscuits, of course) and the cook/cleaner is cleaning the house.

Thanks to being close to St. Josephs (Indians) and Cottons, we are within hearing distance of the morning assembly.
As usual, they start the music for the national anthem, and as usual, I stand up to sing it.
And then, from the corner of my eye, I see the cook standing at attention too and singing it.
No one asked him. No one asked me.

Democracy is a wonderful thing. Especially when we choose it out of our own free will.