This is my mom’s(mrs.meenakshi.k a publisher) article, i have translated it in English here.
August 15 India celebrated its

Independence day

delightfully.Year after year the country celebrates this day with pride and with out any differences such as caste,religion or community. For some it is a holiday, for some it is a day of national celebration.As for the kids its both a holiday and also a day for respecting our past and saluting the country... the flag hoisting,chocolates... but this year even that has been curtailed to some level.Both teachers and parents were worried about the terrorist attacks and bomb scare...
Where is India heading with all this blood shed?

This takes me back to those days of my father,mr.k.n.Muthaia - who was the only son of a zamindar in Tamilnadu and spent most of his youth in Burma.My dad,In his teens joined Indian freedom movement.He was not only working as an second lieutenant in Indian national army (INA) but also was the translator for Netaji subash chandra bose’s speeches.So he was among the very few who met Netaji at his final departure.
During the days of freedom struggle INA was nearing Indian border from Burma.The soldiers were camping on their way.On one such occasion my father was infected by sudden malaria on a bank of a river,fortunately a fellow soldier who passed by saw and picked him and walked all the way to the camp climbing vertical hills saving my dad’s life.My father was a Hindu while the one who saved his life was a Muslim.Many soldiers who worked in INA belonged to Islam.But it all didn’t mattered much they all had only one dream - that was ‘Indian Independence’
My dad also shared another interesting experience of his with me. When he and his team soldiers were camping near Poonj. They were forced to live in trenches for many days.During those days they hardly got 2 slices of bread each! They had huge wooden boxes of gold biscuits in these trenches.They had to take it along with them, for future use of the army when they reach India.Once my dad’s friend pointed the boxes and smiled and lamented ‘who needs this crap? if only we could get a bread and cup of hot tea, that would be enough’
I myself have witnessed a moving instance...
once a friend of my dad came home with some application forms.he told to my dad that ‘they are providing 5 acres of land for the INA soldiers so I need you to sign these papers’
My dad looked straight in the eye of his friend and said

‘ I thought whole India was mine... why do you want to separate me from my mother land by giving 5 acres? ‘

His friend was moved to tears and the application form s were torn. After this, my dad even gave away his uniform, badges, mementos,papers ... he said ‘these are for my country not for any one’s personal use’.