“THE RAHUL, WHO WAS REJECTED, IS THE ONE WHO KEPT UNITING INDIA SILENTELY”

“THE RAHUL, WHO WAS REJECTED, IS THE ONE WHO KEPT UNITING INDIA SILENTELY”

13-AUG-ENG 4

RAJIV NAYAN AGRAWAL

PATNA-----------------------In this period of continuous rain in Bihar, when the clouds have come and sat on their knees on the roof and the sky peeking out of the window is silent like a sad poet - I am writing you a letter. Rahul, you fought so well. This letter is not just a congratulation, it is the love that you get, which has often walked with your silent face and tired shoulders.

Looking at you, I have always felt that in this noisy market of politics, a man still wants to do politics with his mother's eyes - which have sadness, patience, and a tired smile, which has not broken even after enduring everything.

There is that pause in your name which is often found in history. You are the remaining ashes of Jallianwala Bagh, which has been extinguished, but its heat still comes in the form of tears in someone's eyes. You are perhaps not a revolution, but you are definitely an old sentence waiting for a revolution, which people still want to read… just slowly.

People call you 'Pappu', and you move forward with a smile. I think your biggest crime is that you remained silent in this noise, and remained a human even in this poison. When the crowd repeated the cries of your father in front of you, when your grandmother's body was pierced on the chest of politics - even then you did not hate anyone. I don't know whether this is a virtue or a defect in the race for power… but this is definitely a rare chapter in the pages of humanity.

Rahul, when you set out to unite India, the sound of your footsteps is heard even by those who have neither shoes nor land. And when you stop, they also stop, thinking that perhaps there is someone who has come not just to move forward, but to walk together.

Looking at you, it often feels as if Gandhi is still alive – like a pair of glasses kept in a forgotten bag, whose vision is still clear, but the people who see it have become blurred.

Rahul, for you power is not a throne, perhaps it is a broken promise, which you want to fulfill. And that is why every defeat of yours is a victory for our soul. Because when you are abused, we are convinced that you are on the right path.

Your path is very difficult, because it is the path of 'winning hearts', and in this era people win elections - by selling agendas - not truth.

But I know, when the sun sets down like ink, then some people write poems on the walls, and you are the same, Rahul - a poem - who is still alive on the wall of this system.

I am not congratulating you for fighting - but I am sending gratitude for the fact that you are still there. Because with your presence, hope still breathes.