71st Independence Day

As the subcontinent recovered from a bloody war with  British residents;
it is very important to recognize how we got here from the dark slavery dens,
India’s Independence has gone a long way from “The Battle of Plassey” to “The Sepoy Mutiny”;
However, a unified and national uprising of India as a nation against British authority might somewhat be the destiny,
A day when people in India pay homage to their leaders and those who fought for India’s freedom in the past;
A time when the area with major government buildings illuminated with strings of lights is vast,
Its a day to feel the pride of “Vande Mataram” and “Jana Gana Mana”;
A day to recall how the movements for Independence  had begun,
There are a million things about our freedom movement that the textbooks have told us;
and a billion other things which may have been overlooked, omitted or simply haven’t given focus,
Those who have dedicated their lives for the cause of Indian Independence;
The Indian freedom fighters need to be remembered at least once,
The blood they shed in any freedom fight or “Jallianwala Bagh” hadn’t gone in vain;
As finally India got Independence somewhere down the lane,
And now its time  to feel the pride of being a part of such a glorious nation that has led its path of freedom its own way;
and celebrate with prestige and dignity India’s 71st Independence  Day.
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Just a T-shirt away…!!!

Love is wondrous I know, but missing someone is like hell;
so I always hope of him every time I hear the bell,

Situations often make me feel long distance relationships are the worst;
“Is he worth waiting for? Is he feeling the same way I do?”  I know its all about the trust,

But after so much of wait when he came to celebrate my birthday which was due;
tears rolled down my eyes just by seeing him in a second or few,

Love that moment, that feeling of anxiety and excitement;
yeah once again he managed to crown his commitment,

Tactile sensitivity, of course, is associated with sexual arousal,
and that happened with me too when I hugged him being sentimental,

It’s something we all know of, something we’ve all talked about;
it’s something we, as a culture, obsess over and out,

But who the hell even care;
although I know its awful when people stare,

He kissed me, and grabbed  me in his arm;
but I kept looking into his eyes, I guess it was his charm,

I got goosebumps which was obvious anyway;
yet I stopped, although  I was just a T-shirt away.