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Hindu in a heartbeat

Wish the age of the Aryans is gone. From Berlin to Kolkata, they rode horses and fought with knives and spears in the Mesolithic age. They set up new civilisations through conquests and people worshipped their gods through Sanskrit hymns they established. The word Hindu is an aggregate term describing all people who came from the west, settled in the east and built Eurasia.

Originally a Dravidian habitat, India will one day awaken to the sun that rose in the eastern sky, regardless of their religions, customs, barriers, and boundaries. The age of the Vedic civilisation is a story of the past, and conquests have led only to partitions. May the Siberian sun never set in the land of global warming, and may these boundaries reopen for us to collectively fight challenges of economic development and resolve conflicts such as poverty, terrorism, religious intolerance and cultural differences together in Asia.

One day we'll forget our past and join hands in welcoming a Eurasian mainland that never was separated by any seas, extending from Europe through the Middle East to the cold Siberian deserts overlooking the Great Hindukush mountains. The Aryans had helped build the great continent of North America, the developing and exuberant South American continent, parts of Europe, Russia and other beautiful islands in the Southern Hemisphere, like Australia, New Zealand, etc.

There is still some European blood left in all of us though we've evolved genetically to get darker beneath the scorching sun through the centuries.

The issue of skin and sin will one day get only clearer if we study our past.

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