The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai

The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai

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You give me your blood and I will give you Independence! -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose

We are Indians, firstly and lastly. B.R. Ambedkar

If yet your blood does not rage, then it is water that flows in your veins. For what is the flush of youth, if it is not of service to the motherland.-Chandra Shekhar Azad

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same. Ronald Reagan

Those who won our independence believe liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be the secret of liberty. Louis D. Brandeis

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