bls31
August 15th, 2009, 08:15 PM
5th August1 1947The Flag hosting at Muzaffarnagar
I had already listened to the famous “Tryst with Destiny” speech by Pandit Nehru on the radio past midnight 14/15, the day dawned with some thing new in the air a never before sensation experienced by me in my limited seventeen years of life experience. I do not recall the VIP who did the honour. What is clearly etched in my mind is the vision of the three girls singing the National Anthem standing beneath the flag, the bellowing mild breeze swaying the Tricolour. As it happened I instantly fell in love with all three of them; they appeared so special so unapproachable and clad in their white cotton sarees so ethereal.
That is what I recall of the fateful day. I do wonder what other, those lucky to have witnessed that dawn , remember the first day of independence.
bls31
I had already listened to the famous “Tryst with Destiny” speech by Pandit Nehru on the radio past midnight 14/15, the day dawned with some thing new in the air a never before sensation experienced by me in my limited seventeen years of life experience. I do not recall the VIP who did the honour. What is clearly etched in my mind is the vision of the three girls singing the National Anthem standing beneath the flag, the bellowing mild breeze swaying the Tricolour. As it happened I instantly fell in love with all three of them; they appeared so special so unapproachable and clad in their white cotton sarees so ethereal.
That is what I recall of the fateful day. I do wonder what other, those lucky to have witnessed that dawn , remember the first day of independence.
bls31