Back in Delhi, I felt at sea . I had not directly walked with Gandhiji, gone to prison at his call or made any sacrifice for my country . My sister and I , another young people like me , had been merely onlooker s , but still I felt at saa. I felt I had grown up within a magic circle, with Bapu's passing away , I felt the magic circle had vanished, leaving me unprotected.
With an effort I roused myself. I asked myself -had Bapu lived and died for nothing ? How could I so easily lose courage when he was no longer there? My values were not so weak . Millions of people would have been ordinary folk but for Bapu. He brought them out of indifference and awakened them to on another's suffering. What if now Bapu is gone? We were still there , young, strong and proud to bear his banner before us .
Bapu had passed away but his India wolud continue to live in his children.