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THE OTHER SIDE OF INDEPENDENCE 🇮🇳

August 15th 2025

It's independence day celebration 

But where is independence?


They say we're free

But still Girls walk faster at night because of fear

Still wears appropriate clothes,not for style, but for safety.

Still A woman raped is questioned before the rapist is found.

Still a girl learns to apologize before she learns to say “no.”

Still she sacrifice everything for the society 

because here “Freedom" is what they say, not what they do



They say we’re united.

But still someone's being asked about their caste in 2025—

Still...He can love her wholly But they’ll say he’s not one of us.

Still...They drink the same water But not from the same glass.

Still...He can build the temple, but not step inside it.

Still...he can top the interview, but the form asks —

Caste?” before “Capability.”

Because here "caste" matters more than our hearts



They say we're developing.

But still the boy selling flags at the signal can’t even afford a notebook to write his name.

Still...The rich get seats in colleges,while the dreams of poor is destroyed 

Still A woman spends years in court, while the criminal lives freely in the next street.

Still People call illness as karma, instead of lack of healthcare.

Still Superstition walks ahead of science.

Because "development is not in GDP it's in justice 


They say we’re free, we're united, we're developing 

But who is “we”?

Not the girl who raped in a library 

Not the boy who killed for loving outside his caste

Not the dreamer who's still waiting for the school 


This isn’t hate.

It’s heartbreak.


We raised the flag.

But forgot to raise our standards,

We stood for national anthem

But forget to stand for justice 

We shouted freedom 

But forgot to raise our voice when it mattered.


This year, let’s remember:

Freedom isn’t complete until it feels equal.

Until it reaches every girl, every caste and every unheard voice.


Until then,

August 15th is just a mere celebration.

But not yet a completion.




Comments

  1. True words about 2025🥲

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  2. உண்மையான கருத்து

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  3. "Because here "caste" matters more than our hearts" - உண்மை. அருமையான, தேவையான சிந்தனை. அந்நியர்களிடமிருந்து சுதந்திரம் பெற்றாலும், நமக்குள் நாமே பல்வேறு பிரிவினைகளுக்கு அடிமையாக இருக்கிறோம்😑 பிறப்பொக்கும் எல்லா உயிர்க்கும்...

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  4. 👌👌👌👌

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  5. Superb jas akka

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  6. Awesome ma....... Well Said.......

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  7. Amazing . 👏👏👏

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  8. Actually true words💯😢😔

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