This book has a large dollop of courage, a dash on the value of education, a spoonful on the pain of India and a large drizzle of anger. At the end of a chapter, there are bits of information you can read to understand the history better.
Fondly called Jhalri, right from the time she killed a tiger with her bare hands, to the day she died fighting against the Britishers, the people of Bhojla and Jhansi have always admired her for her strength, bravery and valour.
When I first got this book I was very excited to read it because I knew Milkha Singh as The Flying Sikh but I didn’t know about his life. I had to read on to find about his sheer determination and zeal to prove himself. The book has touched me in a way I can’t explain.
The writer tells a captivating story of a young boy who grew up in extreme poverty and hopelessness, and of his eventual rise as a leader known as Bhagwan Birsa. He not only united all the Mundas, who referred to themselves as Birsaites, but instilled a sense of fear in the British so deep, that they had to gather all their forces to try and capture him.