Tjueførste november:
Bangladesh:
Bangladesh didn't feel the cold winds blowing around him as he stood in front of Sikha Anirban holding his floral wreath.
In his mind he could hear the cannons, the explosions and his people cry. It didn't matter how many years that passed, Nations have a long life after all; the sounds of war was still reverberating throughout his body.
Author's notes:
40 chapters to go.
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