We fought with country made pistols, underground printing presses, refusal to eat their salt, and inquilab shaiyari of starving poets. We fought with men and women who did not marry and shunned parents till the land was free. We belonged to the land more than demanding that land beling to us. From torn khadi dresses and hand made caps, to uprisings of peasents and village folk..we fought with what was undoubtedly the greatest, organized, imperialistic machinery on earth then. Bricks and mashals and crude nitrate bombs and khadi clad apostle of peace over canon balls and .303s. Oh my land! If you would remember our guys more often than on designated days. Happy republic day, my friends!
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