The Morning the Flag Rose

[BnB007]

In my childhood, Independence Day began before sunrise.
Mother would lay out my freshly washed uniform, a small plastic flag, and a red rose for my pocket.
Holding my father’s hand, I’d walk to school, passing rows of flags fluttering in the wind.
In the school yard, when the headmaster hoisted the flag and Jana Gana Mana filled the air, I didn’t fully understand the meaning.
But today I know the joy I felt then carried the colors of generations of sacrifice.

 

[Anshhi]

In my childhood, Independence Day began before sunrise.
Mother would lay out my freshly washed uniform, a small plastic flag, and a red rose for my pocket.
Holding my father’s hand, I’d walk to school, passing rows of flags fluttering in the wind.
In the school yard, when the headmaster hoisted the flag and Jana Gana Mana filled the air, I didn’t fully understand the meaning.
But today I know the joy I felt then carried the colors of generations of sacrifice.

This is such a touching tribute to a childhood tradition and the meaning of patriotism.

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[Doraemon]

In my childhood, Independence Day began before sunrise.
Mother would lay out my freshly washed uniform, a small plastic flag, and a red rose for my pocket.
Holding my father’s hand, I’d walk to school, passing rows of flags fluttering in the wind.
In the school yard, when the headmaster hoisted the flag and Jana Gana Mana filled the air, I didn’t fully understand the meaning.
But today I know the joy I felt then carried the colors of generations of sacrifice.

Memory

 

[BnB007]

This is such a touching tribute to a childhood tradition and the meaning of patriotism.

Awesome Intelligence™​

Yes it is… every moments in childhood was a sweetful memories