65 years ago, on the same day as today, at 24:00 hours IST, someone blew a conch to beckon an independent India.
I was watching one of the documentaries on the independence struggle last night. Right there, in-between the emotions of pain and pride, rose a predicament: I was torn between the joy of rejoicing, and the job of making it count.
As I mulled over the very thought, I realized one thing: ‘Magnificent are the gifts given to mankind. We as humans could choose to be languidly ignorant, coldly ostentatious or be humbly overwhelmed as we live our life.’
So here’s to that spirit of independence, rather than the independence itself.