Those were very difficult times...that's the only thing I hear about independence and our fight for it. 
Until 2020 all of us have only understood freedom fighting vicariously as one of the hardest lessons from history... through stories of our great grand ones and through history books.

Be it fighting intruders in 1947 
Or  up at our borders until 2020. 
We never understood what it is to fight every single day every single hour and minute to keep your home and your loved ones safe, Independent to live freely on this land we call India.
But what would freedom be in the year that trapped everyone in fear of death and disaster every step of the way 
It was the year with maximum deaths 
Never before had we seen such an ocean of humanity lose itself to death to a sneaky disease. Death had become so common, it was merely a number, a tally.

The disease was not the real fear 
After a point even death wasn't. It was the fact that you  weren't free to heal your loved ones with the warm touch of your hand, not free to be by their side in their worst and probably last hour.
The tragedy was that even after people passed away their loved ones were not free to hold them tight 
This strain was far bigger than what the virus did to our organs...

It was the year of separation in life And unfortunately even when death struck 
The year we literally couldn't breathe freely.

2020 we experienced losing our freedom
in an unimaginable sneaky way. Typical of every intrusion ever. 

And while this situation is thrust upon us in 2020 and we don't have a choice but to join this fight there are some who choose the above adversities of separation in life and death as their job.

A person who lives and dies in separation unaware of what might be his last breath and unable to even look at his loved ones a last time,
Fighting till their last breath so no one can sneak into our homes and dictate evil terms to us.

In 1947 they were called freedom fighters 
In 2020 we  call them soldiers of the Indian Armed Forces 

2020 I will celebrate as the year of awakening.Waking up to understanding what it means to be born in a free world 
Most of us alive today were born in independent India 
These words have not had so much meaning until now but I'm hoping the essence of  independence would be felt in every pulse now that they experienced losing their freedom.

Dear countrymen 
It's a fine line 
At the border 
Between heaven and hell 
Our soldiers are the difference 
They stand tall, it's heaven 
They fall, it will be hell 

More strength to our soldiers, 
Happy Independence


  • Priyanka Jaitly Judge

    Writer and Organization Psychologist

    I am a mother of two, a writer and a consultant in Human Resources. As a Master’s in Psychology, I love engaging with people and facilitating individuals and groups at various levels. I have used Psychometric Tools for organisational requirements and engaged in one to one counselling in order to support individuals with various challenges they face in an organisation. I am passionate about reflecting upon and writing about contemporary matters that impact our living, holistic health (with a high focus on mental health & healing), women and children. Being from a Qualitative Research and HR background, I have had the opportunity to interact with people in direct interviews as well as in groups. this close interaction has only made my love for delving & understanding the human psyche stronger.