Imagine a puny little man, in clothes that are barely able to cover him, walking. Walking intent, not caring about the world, with a single minded devotion to walk the path on which he has set out.
Imagine that walk changes the destiny of millions of people deprived and starved of both bread and freedom. With courage in his heart and truth in his eyes he set out to do what to me is the greatest act of empowerment anybody has ever attempted. To make salt on the shores of the Arabian Sea, salt from the ocean, which was banned by the empire where the sun never set.
Salt, that white powder sometimes is the only thing my countrymen can afford as a garnish with a morsel of rice or bread, helped Mahatama to launch the struggle political and moral freedom of India.
I wish i had a thousandth of the courage and conviction that he had. I wish i was even worth the salt that Mahatama made that day. I wish i could walk the talk too.
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sad but true i have to comment on you, knowing who is who
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