That was one of the oldest memories of Independence Day. Homework on 14th August always included either an essay on Independence Day or "Nibandh Lekhan: Gantantra Diwas". Needless to say, it was still a special day. Living in Delhi, being a Government Officers daughter, studying in a school run on the principles of the man who proudly translated the National Song into "Mother I bow to thee" - how could we not love this day? I don't remember a single year in the past 20 years (counting since I remember), when I did not wake up at 6 in the morning to watch the Prime Minister's speech, scan the audience to locate my Dad, scribble words from the chaste Hindi commentary to use them in my essay later and stand up in respect of the flag and the anthem. I have vivid memories of the Independence Day of 1997 - the 50th year of celebration. I trudged along with my father to the Red Fort, with dreams of this day being very different from the ones I had witness...
A Worm's Eye View..