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Among the darkest of night comes the brightest event… A tale never forgotten, can never fade away… an epic which taught humanity the moral that of a king… virtues that of a son… integrity of work as a human and love that of a husband…

The calm, gentle, man of words… was fierce, righteous, elegant, and brave… in the battle among the swords… for parents… country… nation… were his vows, to destroying evil with each arrow from his bows…

Selfless of desire, even put his wife through fire… was criticized for the action… Never a thought of becoming something for self… Accepted everything that was been put on him…

So chaotic…, yet poise a family… he had… love from three mothers to millions today… a father for whom he was everything…, to brothers for whom nothing mattered but he… to a wife… for whom he was her whole world and nothing else she needs… for him she came and lived for ever with his name…

Today… hundreds of years later we are live on his name… Have forgotten the teachings… but hanging on the string with those three letters… which are more mystical yet magical within whim the whole universe resides…

For him… the whole nation… awaits his return, every year after his victory… each year with same eagerness, whole heartedly… Every shingle speck within the realm of this country is glittering with the bliss… with hoy and the with love…

Millions of stars have crawled, slid from the sky… to those windows… on those balconies… and aligned on those streets… where crackers are not just noise but the expression of energy… feeling for our beloved…

Sweets though had in his name are first served to him… what would our life have become if this scene was not in his life… he taught us… gave us the chance to make gesture of being alive and spreading heartiest life around us…

The man of this land… also the lord of the universe… and love of all who know him… and lovers for all the devotees… A man, not for any specific religion… but a man of a virtue and character… who with all the difficulties was always on the right path…     

Where his manliness became Godliness, where his being that of a character become a benchmark, his words were worship, and his figure became an idol... the color that which he wore became identity of an individual soul… 

  

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