☾【𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏】☀

☆𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 4:𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴☆

Calcutta walked out of the college, deep in thought. She was still dealing with her difficult family situation, her eyes weary and her mind filled with sadness as she replayed the events of the day in her head. She was walking home when suddenly heard a loud disturbance in the street nearby. She saw an elderly Indian man being physically assaulted by a British officer, and he was begging the officer to leave him alone. Calcutta was horrified by this scene, and without thinking she went to help the elderly man.

"Stop! Leave him alone!" she shouted at the officer, stepping between him and the elderly man and shielding the vulnerable old man from any potential attacks. The British officer looked back towards Calcutta, taken aback by her sudden arrival and by the fact that she had stepped into the mix. "What do you think you're doing, girl?" he said, speaking with an authoritarian tone and gesturing for Calcutta to stay back.

Calcutta was determined to continue helping the elderly man, though. "I'm helping this man. What you're doing is completely unjust and cruel," she said, refusing to move. "Just leave him alone." The elderly man was also looking up at the two of them, clearly thankful and relieved that he had been rescued from the officer. Calcutta continued to stand her ground, refusing to budge and making it clear that she wasn't going to let the officer hurt the elderly man.

The British officer seemed quite angered by this situation. He pushed Calcutta out of the way and turned back towards the elderly man. "You don't seem to understand the situation, girl," he said, his tone intimidating and demanding. "I'm just doing my job, and you shouldn't interrupt me." His expression turned colder, as it dawned on him that someone was standing in the way of him doing his work. Calcutta was taken aback by the officer's coldness, but she stood her ground, nonetheless. Her expression was one of righteous anger, and she had no intention of letting the officer hurt the elderly man.

Calcutta took a deep breath, then yelled at the officer, saying, "No. You're just using your uniform to oppress others and justify your acts of cruelty." She pointed towards the elderly man, saying, "He's innocent, and you're hurting him for no reason."

The officer was clearly getting frustrated, but he wasn't able to sway Calcutta from her stance.

The officer looked back at Calcutta, annoyed at her stubbornness. "You don't know the reality of the situation, girl," he said coldly. "You're just interfering with the law."

Calcutta's anger only grew as she looked at the officer, feeling like she needed to stand up for the elderly man. She knew that he was being hurt, even though the officer and his actions couldn't be seen as "law." "You're the one who doesn't understand," she shot back, her voice filled with conviction. "What you're doing is unjust and wrong." Calcutta continued to stand her ground and speak up for the elderly man, even though the officer was trying to ignore her. She wasn't going to stand by and let the officer hurt an innocent person.

Calcutta stood strong and continued to argue with authority, saying, "I'm not going to back down, or just stand by while an innocent man is hurt. Don't hurt him, just let him go. Now."

The officer began to get frustrated with the situation, feeling like Indians were becoming more and more of a problem for his authority in this situation. The officer thought for a moment, then said, "Fine, I'll let him go." He turned back to face the elderly man with a cold expression and said, "But remember, this time you're lucky, old man. If you break the law, I'll come back and arrest you." He didn't want to cause a bigger scene by continuing to argue with her. Instead, he nodded sternly at her and simply told her, "Remember, you shouldn't talk to an officer in this way." With that, the British officer left the two.