From a father to a daughter.

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From A Father To A Daughter

Dear Indira,

        How are you my dear daughter? This would be my tenth letter to you. As you know I have been in prison for nearly three years. I still don’t regret the position I am in at the moment because I know that I was fighting for a reason, and it is a reason that all Indians should unite together and fight. Dear daughter, life is like a yellow brick road, we have to follow it and not take any unnecessary turns. We should be true to our hearts. We should be independent and decide for our selves. How is your mother? I do dearly miss her for there is nobody to give me comfort or at least make me a good cup of tea. My re-trial is in two and a half weeks. My lawyer Mr. Sidath Singh is trying his best to convince the judge that I am innocent and I am fighting for the freedom of our beautiful nation, India. However the British are intelligent. They do sense that my release might cause chaos or start a revolution. Especially the East India Company, I doubt it that they would want to let go of India because most of their trade is successful mostly because of our divine motherland.

        You my dear daughter must understand that we are not fighting a war for any racial or religious reason, but we are fighting for our freedom. I heard that Mohandas is on a hunger strike. Indira, this is mainly due to the misunderstanding and irresponsibility of our India people. We must put our caste, religion and race aside and fight against theses barbarians not with weapons and amour but through speech. Indira, you must help me to and help our people to find the correct path and through that we shall find freedom. In prison I have come across many Indian nationalist who are willing to give up their lives to free our country from these Europeans. Even though I stayed and studied in Oxford, they do not care about the life style of the people of their colony. They are very racist and would always take their own peoples however much we are innocent.

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        Do you remember the time when I first contested they thought that I was a public menace? Well how could I forget that day when in the night the soldiers came and arrested me and departed me with the only things I adore in my life, which was your mother and you. I couldn’t sleep that night in the cell. Nothing came to my head except the fact that I away from the two of you, but remember this Indira even though I’m far way from you in physical state my heart will always be with you. I couldn’t ...

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