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Free But Dumb...

 

A day that we know as a citizen. But we are being brought up in a generation where we actually know more based on the availability of the content… Just by one click…

The Independence that we celebrate today is years back tale where British guns were only the clicks…  

Back then when questions were not about caste but that of the color of our skin…

When only identity was our nationality, and the only love was Azadi…

Because life was such… even having everything we did not had much… where all movements were restricted… worth trash bin were we Indians treated…

With all that has happened to us all through those years we are not yet liberated…

The reason behind that is, the one who had wished, one who had dreamed died for the freedom they were not so lucky to live it…

And we are having such privilege won’t understand it because we never asked for it we were born in it…

Our needs our fights are different… so we are free but also bondage to our own desires…

But though we are being looted we are still rich with our culture… where in our culture we offer food to our ancestor and then we have it…

Same thing can be applied to the Independence, we must respect the freedom, the availability and everything that we have then strive for the freedom that we ask for…

Though today we are seeking freedom on individual basis… for justice, from unlawful things, to peers, society, culture and sometimes to identity, preferences and to the choices that we make or want to make…

Do make sure about the freedom that we ask for… not everything that we wish to have or to do… can be named as freedom…  

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