The corroded sheet of the gate had withstood the test of time and was
merely teetering to the old rusted hinges. It made a creaking sound as any
visitor tried to push it signalling the inmates of an arrival.
He held the postcard and curled his lips.
The recipient was an ordinary soul whose extraordinary thinking and way of life
catapulted him into the league of men who could re-write the destinies of
The path of 'ahmisa' or non-violence was a tool to fight the British Empire
The postman read the brief address: “Mahatma Gandhi, India.”
Written for : Friday Fictioneers and thanks you David Stewart for the photo prompt.