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Independence Day.... NOSTALGIA!



15th August, Independence Day of India, it's a just Nostalgia now. Just like a green valley in my childhood memory! On every pre Independence day evening little girls eagarly waited for their father on his return from office. Then he opened the iron trunk and kept out the tri color for his daughters. The littles were so happy to get the tri color in hands! On every Independence day these littles fled the tri color at their courtyard and sang Jana Gana Mana along with their parents. The young little girls even did not understand well the meaning of INDEPENDENCE those days!!
Likely the other pre independence evenings, that evening also the littles eagarly waited for their father. Father came from office but did not hand over the tri color to his daughters. Littles were still waiting to get their tri color from that locked iron trunk... at last they decided to remind their father about their tri color. But in reply what their father said, they didn't understand. Father told them "That Independence Day was boycotted"... the youngest one was too young to understand her father's word... BOYCOTT! She just asked her father "Are we Indians? Then who has told us not to fly our tri color at our courtyard? After all you said 15th August is a pride day for India!" Father just gave a look at her and kept his right hand on her head. The littles grew up but they couldn't fly anymore their tri color at courtyard again....!!
15 August's pride moments are in memory now. Still somehow some questions cometo my absent mind unknowingly about Independence Day....

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