Even after 60 years of independence, the spark of patriotism resides in every Indian's heart. Embracing death with that tinge of satisfaction lest it is for his land, a smile pierces his torn face. A mother's heart pounds at the thought, while the subdued father succumbs to his son's demand. ''I am going to my mother, Ma. She needs help”.
What perturbs me, about the devout worship of these young soldiers towards our motherland, is the recent on-goings within the borders protected by these armed men. The dhoti draped and donned kurta pyjama white clad, who claim to run this nation, are definitely doing their job. Or is it? A weak heart like me dreads to switch on the idiot box for I might hear the shrieks again or read the daily for I might witness the uncalled transformation of a happy-go-lucky child to an orphan. I choose to remain shunned from this outside world, quite contradictory to my parents' advice. They say you gain awareness and live cautiously.
- Aman Agarwal