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At the precise instant of India's arrival at independence,
on the stroke of midnight,
I tumbled forth into the world.
So many babies.
Give it to me.
Mary knew she was condemning the rich-born boy
to a life of poverty.
Let the rich be poor.
And the poor rich.
I, Saleem Sinai, mysteriously handcuffed to history.
My destiny forever chained to my country's.
Great things in store for you my son.
Saleem.
Saleem!
We were born then in that first hour.
We're like you.
All of you?
Yes, all of us.
How can I hear you all?
Saleem has the greatest gift of all.
He's the only one who can bring us all together.
When I told you I heard voices in my head, you didn't believe me?
In your case Saleem because I think you're a little bit off your head.
Martial laws imposed with immediate effect.
Therefore, on my command, we assume control of the state.
Don't you all see everything else is breaking apart?
We can show people a new way of being.
Come back to me.
I love you.
The child and a country were born at midnight.
Once upon a time.
And our lives have been, in spite of everything,
acts of love.