The sound of gunfire echoed through the narrow lanes of Tamluk on a September afternoon in 1942.
Leading a sea of protestors, a frail, white-haired woman marched forward, the tricolour fluttering in her trembling hands, her voice rising above the chaos: "Vande Mataram!" Moments later, bullets tore through her chest, but she did not fall, not yet.
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