Nelson Mandela

Nelson Mandela In Calcutta

Nelson Mandela is dead. The man who was without doubt the greatest human being of the second half of the twentieth century is no more. It is difficult to write about him at least today as he was one of my greatest heroes: the man who fearlessly fought the Apartheid regime and brought it to its knees. I am feeling a sense of loss such that I have never felt before.

May he continue to inspire all of us lesser men to fight against evil and for the betterment of the world.

May we all continue to participate in the long walk to freedom.

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