Thursday Tiny Tales – 2

Holding up flags and shouting slogans a fearless young man leading the group advanced towards the government building. Uniformed men armed with guns stood guard and looked at them menacingly ready to challenge their entry. They charged on the group with their thick lathis. Cries of pain and protest filled the air while the government watched from the upper floors of the building. he covered his face with his arm while the officer rained blows down upon his frail body. Exhausted, he pushed him down, kicked him in the stomach; he looked back defiantly and said out aloud, “Vande Mataram!”

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