29th
August, 1972.
Dear diary,
Today started as an ordinary day. I went to school
to see the ''New-white-rich-teachers'' who had the labor of of
teaching us the obtrusive language. They made me feel as if my privacy was
being poisoned by the fear I had. But, what should I do? Should I stand up for
my rights? Should I take the risk of being sent to ''the torture''? Where the
bad men take the revolutionaries, to the cruel and dark place... Well, as
I was telling you, diary, I went to school but after that, when I was walking
home, I saw something that really caught my attention. The oppressors were
decorating our loved India with British flags. As soon as I saw it, I started
crying disconsolately, I felt that was the end of our culture. I just couldn't
believe it, the streets were bloodstained and the gods were very furious and
disappointed. They didn't care; they just nailed their hypocritical flags in
our holy soil. All I could see at that moment were blue stars and red bars. As
I could do nothing to stop this situation, I just ran to my house with my eyes
full of tears and my weakened soul. As I arrived home, I threw my schoolbag in
the sofa and started reading the news. In the front part of the newspaper it
said ''Our congratulations to the British Force! From now on, India is
going to be known as 'The British Colonies of the Indian state' '' I am really disappointed
I can't believe it. Well, diary, that was all by now.
Martina Pawlak (267 words)
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