The man you see strolling around the war memorial there, is a faceless man of my country. He has taken a pledge to light a candle every night in the memory of those who never die in any war. The brave men ; who stick to tv during war and watch our soldiers march like thunder, carry a sting in their hearts and bitter taste in mouths. There : this man has grown grey hairs, who had only five feet of height. Every morning he applies his dream as a butter to his bread and eats last night's stale chapati in lunch. After his dreadful job gets over, in the night, he walks like a corpse to the war memorial and lights a candle in the name of those who want to die for our country. But I know he is courageous, He keeps on living with hope.
... coz Believing is Experiencing !