In the desperate circumstances of 1942, the British had promised independence at the end of the war. They jailed thousands of activists to crush the ‘Quit India’ uprising in August 1942. But they lost control of India’s politics and lacked both the strength and the will to reassert their authority at the coming of peace.
That I wanted this man. Every time I was near him I lost all poise and control. What scared me the most was that I didn’t want control, I wanted him to have it all.
We’re only here because it was my father’s dying wish.
I had spent years trying to convince my parents to let me see my brother, with no success. But on the day that my father lost control and the council had come to make sure he paid the ultimate price for that deadly slip, it had been the last thing he’d said to William. His last living words to his family before he was put to death for his crimes.
Find Nox and bring him home. Whatever it takes, brother.
Oh, my soul
Oh, how you worry
Oh, how you’re weary,
from fearing you lost control
{ Ruhum..
Nasıl da endişelisin
Nasıl da bıkmışsın,
kontrolü kaybedersin diye korkmaktan...}
Oh my soul ~Casting Crowns
“But mostly, Grayson remembered the moment they’d lost control of the narrative—and the way he’d taken that control back.”
