Benaam Rishta:An Invisible String

Chapter19

                      ~Nayi Shuruwat~

15 August, 1947......

Vande matram....
Vande matram....
Vande matram....
Vane matram.....

Land to sky echoed with the loud voices of countless Indians, gaining their freedom from the oppressive shackles of the British colony. The rough patches of their blood-sweaty feet created Havoc inside the core of the plunged land. A strong slunderred gust of revolution have made itself presentable before the world as that day would creat the biggest achievement of history which will encourage every freedom challange to get upto its victory.

Amidst the strongly baffled win over situation ruling whole india, glitters of freedom sprinkled all over the country, including Tulsipur village. Thousands of people with flag gathered in "Colorful ceremony marks birth of nation" to celebrate the independence of India with the unfurling of the national flag at the panchayat complex. The occasion was marked with a special gram Sabha in  "তুলসীপুর গ্রাম পঞ্চায়ত" (Tulsipur gram Panchayat) 

Everyone was cheering for the triumphant of the country. Panchayat secretary commanded decorum for as it was time for the President of the village "Anirudh Roy Chowdhury to appear.

A forty-two year old man approached to the assembly magnanimously in a formal pant matching with the tuxedo over his formal shirt. A shiny brooch pinned on the left side. Glasses between his nose. His demeanor was cold yet that represents his ethical and disciplinary nature perfectly. As he walked up to the stage, pin drop silence prevailed the surroundings. His commanding stature, the symmetry of his form, The dark and melancholy beauty of his countenance, rather rendered piquant than impaired by an obliquity of vision, produced an imposing impression even before his deep and powerful voice had given utterance to its melodious thunderous.  And harsh and superficial half truths enunciated with surpassing ease and grace of gesture, and not only with an air of absolute conviction but with the authority of a prophetic massenger , In tones whose magical fascination was inspired by earnestness beyond all immitation of art, acquired a plausibility and importance which, at least while the orator spoke, made his audience entirely forgetful of their preconceived objections against them.

Barrister Babu....

Barrister Babu....

Applause and cheers echoed as an expression of respect to their village president. His hand went up in the air commanding them to be quiet. standing straight, with full attention they salute the national flag, which was flying freely spreading glitters of glory everywhere that has conquered after prolonged struggle. And payed homage to the memory of those whose sacrifices contributed so much to that glorious conclusion of nation's struggle.

"Governor sworn in as free india is born.....Hello everyone, we have gathered here on a historic occasion. Today, 15 th August, the day of independence. the day of glory. The day of rejoices. The day when we all are witnessing ourselves free from the shackles of colonial rulers and would reshape our destiny. After tremendous struggle and enormous sacrifices of freedom fighters, our nation has earned this victory. And we are standing on the land of our Azad hindustan, breathing the air of freedom..........."like this he expressed his views towards independence and called upon the members present to become a better citizens of India, be responsible towards its motherland and keep up the spirit of patriotism alive.

Suddenly he stopped to see a man slapping a pregnant woman, causing her to fell on the ground with a thud. His eyes squeezed shut feeling gush of anger ran through his veins. But his anger turned into horror and dismay to witness the view. There's not just one woman but many women came there... probably to be a part of the colorful ceremony of independence but some man were beating them mercilessly. Forced them to go back to their house quickly. He looked towards the freedom symbolism flag, which was flying freely with the breeze, conferring freedom to all and chuckling sadly moved eyes to those two-faced people who gathered there proudly to enjoy the nation's freedom, showed respect to the motherland which was delivered from the shackles of foreigners and on the other hand, they prevented their women to do the same. they shackled their own women, daughter, mother inside the four walls of house, treated them like object...!