1932. Palnadu. Madras Province. British India.
It was a cool breezy night at the headquarters. The Britishers were headed back to their quarters after their usual work of collecting pannu from the local villagers who comprised of both farmers and servants who worked for the Britishers. Usually they deposit the amount at the Governor-General's place and call it a day. But today they skipped going to the Governor-General's place and headed straight to their quarters as they were very tired and also they had collected far more pannu than the usual which was heavy to transport. It was during this period, Indians were being recruited by the Britishers for posts in their government offices and also for the yet to be started Royal Indian Air Force. So the headquarters at Guntur were filled with Govt. Officials, Royal Army soldiers and the Royal Indian Air Force soldiers, both Indians and other men from the Commonwealth countries.
Looking at the crescent Moon in the sky, Rahman asks, "What do you think they will make us do?" For which Sitaram replied, "I will do any work they assign to me- anything other than killing Indians." Tears rolled in Rahman's eyes. "It's really embarrassing fighting for the enemy,when millions of people from the land we were born are fighting against the Britishers for freedom." "Yeah freedom. On one side the people are following the ideology of Bhagat Singh and attacking the Britishers. On the other side Gandhi is telling everyone to stay calm and fight without violence. But one thing is sure, if we follow either of the ways, then freedom is guaranteed to come for this glorious country." said Sitaram. Rahman agreed to the point and replied," I just want to fight for the country and get the retirement benefits so that my family can be both proud and also have some wealth for their future." "Yeah that's a wish every Indian wants..."
They gazed at the crescent Moon for one last time and left to sleep as they have to deliver the pannu at the Governor-General's office in the morning for one last time.
____________To be Continued
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