It is the caged birds that knows the value of the freedom the most, to have the wings and a heart to measure the skies but not the freedom to do so can break anyone’s soul, this is what our ancestors had to go through; not for an year, not for a decade but for two centuries they’ve been scorched by the raging battles and the chains of slavery had bound them to the grounds .
To have fought a battle for so long takes more than just guts, more than the raw craving for freedom, to stand the ground and fight a century old battle and to win it saps out one’s life force and it requires one to pass on the spirit to the next generation, I dedicate this post not to the leaders of the freedom movement but to the commons who stood the ground and took the beating, whose names and faces never reached any real fame but only seen as shadows of the charismatic leaders.
They never knew there will be a 15th august, they probably thought they were fighting a never ending battle and what might have been a mirage could have demoralised anyone but not this bunch of half starved illiterates which is what makes them the great men as they fit to be.
To those common people’s past we will dedicate the future of our country, any success we attain in the present and future is built over their past and the bloodshed. It is by remembering them, we shall rest their souls in peace.
