Oh, sheer poetry, sheer bliss and what pain, O Bhaskar, in your writing to recall those days when the hero did march across the jungles of Burma enroute to Delhi! And what apathy of the Congressmen to his Herculean efforts to liberate India! I am moved by the feeling you have generated in me through this piece, spontaneous, pure, pouring through your heart and resonating in the corridors of my heart as well. You have articulated what many of us feel but fail to express in so many terms for all are not gifted to write as you are but all, nonetheless, feel, benumbed sufferers of the soul, when we remember him who gave his all for us, who liberated us from the British yoke and then passed into oblivion through the treachery perpetrated by his own countrymen, once comrades-in-arms for a common cause. Thanks Bhaskar for thus obliging me at my request and so have you made us all indebted for this beautiful piece of reminiscence of the one who is our Pratahsmaraniya Purush (the one who is reverentially remembered at dawn).
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