Thursday

Dear India,

Today is yet another day. With much trepidation we awoke, for the law-lords decided to speak when the Sun was at its highest. The air is filled with apprehension and silence reigned supreme. For over half a century the matter was prolonged, I remind you, this interlude has brought about much change.

It is said, God is ubiquitous; asinine be this battle, for you contradict belief.

Strife in the name of sacred Earth? In vain, some have shed existence only to become one with that which they so furiously fought for. Each grain of sand is sacred, each life, equally so. Let realization dawn.

Here, you seek His guidance, His magnanimity, His ability to cleanse you of the filth this world has brought upon you, but remember if it be on this land, you cannot for all eternity. The filth will never be rid of, for your kind chose to blemish it with the red-ink of another. ‘You’ tainted what ‘you’ called sacred by depriving another of life. ‘You ‘assumed His role and took away what He so generously gives. And ‘you’ do this all in His name. Not even ‘He’ can redeem you.

Divided is this land, and us, yet ‘we,’ must stand as one. If it pleases those mortals, who with mere gestures seek to appease the immortal, so be it. We shall chart our path, and tread where our souls are unbound.

Our political masters besiege us, ‘What ever be the outcome, let there not be consequence’. How dare you?! It is men such as thou that prompt chasms; you are the harbingers of death! And the gall to say, content be, as dispensed.

As we, let us rekindle hope. As us, we shall erase antecedents. Together, let us raise upon these lands, untainted by any, a future.

Good day.