8 months ago POV: A dimly lit colonial-era prison cell in 1931. Bhagat Singh stands tall and defiant, wearing a simple kurta-pajama, his face calm and resolute. Chains clink as British officers approach with heavy footsteps. The gallows loom in the background, shadowed under flickering lantern light. A tricolor cloth lies folded near his feet. Outside the barred window, a storm brews, as if the skies themselves mourn. The atmosphere is thick with tension, patriotism, and silent rebellion. His eyes—sharp, unwavering—look straight ahead, unafraid, as he takes his final steps toward martyrdom. 8faf263d725 0 66