It was 15th August 1947. A day picked out of thin air by the Viceroy to hand over to the natives the freedom to administer their own country any which way they liked it. The highlight of the event, amongst many other similar events in many cities around the country was the hoisting of the new nation's flag. This was happening despite the sporadic unabated violence that was rocking the nation. The Father of the Nation was in mourning, engaged in prayer and meditation, to see his beloved country carved by a butcher's knife by a judge, Sir Radcliffe in what must be anon-gratifying task.To carve up a country with arbitrary geographical landmarks is akin to cutting a limb of a body and expecting the body to function as business as usual! The dendritic roots of brotherhood went way too deep. In the national capital, the sea of people of different creed, caste and social strata thronged to the proud icon to witness the coveted event. The organisers had underestimated the turnout ...
It is all Mimesis