wisteria_in_bloom

To my beautiful motherland, to my India and her people, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY.
          	
          	Most of us here, I know, are disillusioned by this country, the petty politics and fights, by poverty and illiteracy, by the unemployment and overpopulation. Many of us are weary of her sorrows, and of people who cannot uphold the values we stand for. 
          	
          	Today is the day we remind ourselves that this is our home. India is our mother. She is not a goddess. She is not a Queen. She is the oppressed peasant woman standing in the fields with her child in her arms. She is the soldier in the lonely borders, and she is their family clinging onto hope. She is the tribal, fighting against injustice. 
          	
          	She lives in the cold of the Himalayas and the long coast by the sea. She is the summer sun and monsoon wind, autumn leaves and winter rain, the shopkeeper by the street, the officers in their cars.
          	
          	She is, in the end, what we will come back to, time and again, the wet scent of earth, the rousing tune of the National Anthem, the proud Tricolour fluttering in the breeze, the three lions of the Ashok Stambh, the chants of "Jay Hind." 
          	
          	She is what we will love, no matter what, because she is our mother. Her lands are wet with the blood of our noble ancestors, of our freedom fighters, and when we stand barefoot, we will hear the distant echo of Netaji and Bapu rallying our people towards glory.
          	
          	Today, this we shall remember.
          	
          	JAI HIND

ArreyyYaar

@spds2005 Very true! Jai Hind!
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wisteria_in_bloom

To my beautiful motherland, to my India and her people, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY.
          
          Most of us here, I know, are disillusioned by this country, the petty politics and fights, by poverty and illiteracy, by the unemployment and overpopulation. Many of us are weary of her sorrows, and of people who cannot uphold the values we stand for. 
          
          Today is the day we remind ourselves that this is our home. India is our mother. She is not a goddess. She is not a Queen. She is the oppressed peasant woman standing in the fields with her child in her arms. She is the soldier in the lonely borders, and she is their family clinging onto hope. She is the tribal, fighting against injustice. 
          
          She lives in the cold of the Himalayas and the long coast by the sea. She is the summer sun and monsoon wind, autumn leaves and winter rain, the shopkeeper by the street, the officers in their cars.
          
          She is, in the end, what we will come back to, time and again, the wet scent of earth, the rousing tune of the National Anthem, the proud Tricolour fluttering in the breeze, the three lions of the Ashok Stambh, the chants of "Jay Hind." 
          
          She is what we will love, no matter what, because she is our mother. Her lands are wet with the blood of our noble ancestors, of our freedom fighters, and when we stand barefoot, we will hear the distant echo of Netaji and Bapu rallying our people towards glory.
          
          Today, this we shall remember.
          
          JAI HIND

ArreyyYaar

@spds2005 Very true! Jai Hind!
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wisteria_in_bloom

This year, I participated in the Open Novella Contest (2022) for the first time. It has been a most exciting journey, and I learnt a host of new things while writing my story. Obviously, this year the contest is over, but, to everyone reading this, I would encourage you to join in next time, if only for the heady rush to pen down 20,000 words.
          With that, I am happy to announce that 'At War' is my second fully published and completed story on Wattpad. Thank you everyone.
          If you wish to read it, here is the link https://www.wattpad.com/story/301155610-at-war