 As dusk comes gently seeping down Raisina Hill, the masked vans move up. As the day fades away along with the fading strains of the pride-inspiring Sarejahase Acha, the area lights up, with its brilliance, with sentiment, with reverence, leaving everyone suffused with national pride. And as the enchanting ice-cape brings brilliance to your screens, the atmosphere replete with wonder and rapture. The President's bodyguard arrived to escort their Supreme Commander back to Rajapati Bhavan. The fusion of the timeless and modern melodies we heard, breathing continuity into tradition, the countless beats still gently reverberating in the surroundings, and the multi-healed lighting saying it with colors, our country is diverse, our shades are many, but we are one. The interplay of light, the playing out of ceremony and sentiment, President Ramnath Kovin capturing these images in himself. As the constitutional head of the largest democracy in the world, it's a proud day for him. A republic is a vehicle on which rides self-rule, where the people are at the centre, where governance moves from eye-empower to eye-empower. And this glow lights up the seat of power in the capital. Its luminescence radiates across the nation, carrying on its wings assurance, affirmation and a promise that we are many people, but one nation and that the future will only be brighter and better. The entire region of Vijaychok is surrounded by the important centre of the Indian people's movement. And from here we are standing in front of President Ramnath Kovin and in front of him is the temple of our people's movement, our San Santhavan. Vijaychok is located at the top of the hill, and from there we are at the top of the hill, where both are North Block and South Block, in which the minister of the Indian government and the minister of the ministry were also present, and right in front of him is the Krashtupati Fawan from Paitiha, where she is standing. The Krashtupati ji along with her is the Shiali's Khursawar Angarakshak. Ceremony and tradition have a wonderful way of giving context to the present and setting an example for the future. Light, the dispeller of darkness showing us the way. When the moment came and asked everything to shine, we all lit up as one for getting yours and mine. And as the stars drift, these sandstone outlines brilliantly every thought in us aligns, knowing in our hearts that we all are one to do together what should be done. Seeing the light, its shine and influence is a little difficult. The music is still rolling in the ears, and the steps are still moving on the front of our eyes. In the light, the sun is shining. And now, with Vijay Chowk, the Krashtupati ji from Paitiha, Shreya M. Vikayanayidu is leaving. Light has a very silent but powerful way of making us experience events. Be it the quiet glow of a solitary oil lamp, or the high wattage glow of thousands of bulbs, both convey beyond the obvious, beyond the speakable, and beyond the describable. Prime Minister taking his leave from the venue. Supposed to national celebration, it seems to be the path that the Prime Minister invariably walks us towards the crowds, waving, greeting, smiling. And today we heard, we saw, we absorbed, and we nourished ourselves. Soul-stirring martial tunes, rhythmic drum beats, and the luminous glow of festivity and celebration, all in a session part of our beating retreat ceremony as it has taken shape today. And when those who participated in the ceremony in the form of an enthralled audience go back today, each and every one of them will carry back sounds and images that will stay with them forever. Because the most beautiful part of the ceremony is not what you see or hear, but how you experience it. And now, as the Prime Minister takes his leave from the venue, and as he always does, he immediately sits on the seat belt. Prakash gives a new feeling to the entire environment. Prakash's importance, he knows very well who are familiar with darkness, who have turned the light on in the darkness. That place, that society, that life changes when it becomes Prakash-Vaan. In search of this knowledge-like Prakash, there is a human life. Asato ma sad gamay, tamso ma jyotir gamay.