Bleeding Hearts

Nation.

I read about the man who made this nation.

I read about about constitutional reforms and round table conferences.

I read his speeches and the things he dreamed about, what he hoped would be, what he hoped would become.

I read about his sickness and the way the TB made sure that in its last stages, he couldn't get out of his bed.

I read about the way he thought and the way he fought and the way he was firm and strong and passionate and rightful and everything a leader should be, everything a leader should've been.

I read about it, and I can feel it- the passion, the unity, the will to fight. The will to fight for what was right. The will to fight for what was theirs. The will to fight for the independence their hearts craved, the will to fight for all the rights that had been taken from them, for every injustice that had been done to them.

I read about the man who made this nation.

And I start to cry. Because I want to thank him. I want to thank him. I want to thank him. I want to thank him.

So even though it is not Independence Day, and even though history is not my favourite subject(I've always preferred Chemistry):

To the man who made this nation,

Thankyou.