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Hey besties,
So, like, I was chilling on my balcony (read: sovereign borders), sipping on some kadak chai (mental peace), vibing to Lata Mangeshkar remixes (don’t judge me), when he struck again. Yes, he – that toxic ex I never even dated but who keeps showing up with unsolicited “surprises” (read: terror tantrums) – let’s call him Pakya for legal reasons.
Now Pakya’s not alone, he’s got this whole gang of creepy incels – Terror Bhai & Co. – who think it’s totally okay to crash my picnic in Pahalgarden. I’d just laid out my chatai when he sent in chaos like it’s a Diwali sale at Big Bazaar. So uncool.
And for the longest time, I’ve been Miss Mahatma 2.0. Turning the other cheek, giving second chances, being the bigger person (ugh, exhausting). Listen, sweetie, I’m not a healing crystal; I have feelings too!
But this time? Nope. Not today, Shaitaan. Enter: Operation Sindoor. Because if you keep hitting me, I’m not turning the other cheek, I’m turning into Kali with Wi-Fi, babe. I’m done being your spiritual punching bag. Sindoor means commitment, and guess what? I’m now married to my boundaries.
So I sent my frontline fam (read: bros in uniform) with very clear instructions: Make it loud. Make it proud. Make it final. And they did. Pakya’s shady hangouts? Poof. Fireworks? Literal. Karma? Instant. You mess with me, you lose GPS privileges.
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Now all the “world peace” influencers are like, “Omg India, is this really necessary?” To which I say: neither is getting attacked during brunch.
We tried talking, we tried treaties, and we even tried cricket, but if someone keeps egging your house and threatening your siblings, you don’t light a candle – you light their location.
I’m not being aggressive; I’m being clear, because silence in the face of injustice isn’t strength – it’s surrender.
So to Pakya and his toxic squad: Unfollow, block, or behave – your call, but I’m not the same girl you shoved around in 1947.
I’m India 2.0 – peaceful, powerful, and done pretending. I’m not just about peace – I’m the spirit of resistance wrapped in a tricolour, and I don’t bow to bullies – I rise, roar, and remember.
Catch you on the right side of history.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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