Caste is not a relic.
It is not something that happened in the past and left traces.
It is a living system, actively maintained, actively defended,
often most aggressively by the people who benefit from it most
and claim to be unaware of it entirely.
Unawareness is a privilege too.
#AntiCaste #Ambedkar #CasteDiscrimination #India #Equality #IndianPolitics
The election results are in.
The celebrations are loud.
But I keep thinking about the lakhs of voters deleted from electoral rolls.
The EVMs that cannot be audited.
The institutions that looked away.
This is not just a failure of imagination.
It is a failure of the system — deliberately engineered to look like democracy
while hollowing it out from inside.
#IndianPolitics #Democracy #Elections #BJP #ElectoralFraud #India
The justifications change with every conflict.
Defence. Security. Stability. Deterrence.
The words are always different.
The rubble looks the same.
I've stopped being surprised by the language.
I haven't stopped being angry about what it covers.
#Politics #Peace #HumanRights #WarIsNotTheAnswer #Reflections
There is a particular kind of fatigue that comes from watching the world be run by people who have decided that force is always the answer.
Different countries, different justifications, the same logic underneath: that power confers the right to harm, and that those who object simply don't understand how things work.
I understand exactly how things work. That's the problem.
#Politics #Peace #Reflections #QuietLife #WarIsNotTheAnswer #Humanity
Retirement doesn't come with instructions for the day.
You have to build it yourself — slowly, by noticing what holds and what doesn't. A morning walk that becomes non-negotiable. Tea at the same time. The garden before the heat sets in.
Small routines are not small things. They are the shape of the day itself.
#SlowLiving #Retirement #QuietLife #MorningRoutine #Reflections
Some weeks arrive carrying more than one thing at once. A goodbye that is also a staying close. A hello that fills the house with familiar noise. I am learning that change doesn't always look like what I expected it to. Sometimes it just looks like the week rearranging itself quietly around you.
The rain came without warning last evening. No build-up, no announcement — just suddenly, it was raining.
There's something restful about things that don't ask permission before they arrive.
I've been thinking about that. About expectations, and the quiet freedom of not having to meet them.