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An Indian Pilgrim

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Subhas Chandra Bose
Subhas Chandra Bose

Subhas Chandra Bose was a distinguished Indian freedom fighter, born on January 23, 1897, and deceased on August 18, 1945. He was a pivotal figure in the Indian struggle for independence from British rule and is recognized for his endeavors to mobilize the Indian diaspora to support the Indian National Army. more

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