Imagine a man working on a project for 32 years. Something that broke his health, sent him to jail. Something he starved for, got beaten for, and yet finally accomplished
32 years on, he was a key player in one of the greatest achievements in modern history. And on 14 th August 1947, when the world was watching on the day of his triumph, where was Mahatma Gandhi?
In Calcutta, staying in Hyderi Mansion, trying his very best to ensure communal harmony in the most volatile areas. Far away from the flags and the grand ceremonies and the speeches.
It takes a unique man to walk away from what he worked for that long, but in his mind, that job was done, and it was now about saving as many people as people as they were uprooted and thrown asunder in that terrible partition.
I know it's not fashionable to appreciate Gandhi nowadays, but I often go back to his life and works. And sincerely believe what Einstein said, that in time to come people will scarcely believe that a man such as this walked on the face of this planet.