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Pakistan admits to it’s role in the Pulwama terror attack. Calls it “tactical brilliance”.

They’re completely mask off now, any Pakistani who hereafter tries to deny, gaslight and lie about Pakistan’s role in terrorism on Indian soil is admitting to being an accomplice to this terrorist state’s crimes.

bro is literally suicidal

So, GeumMyeong, when you see your dad, don't get annoyed with him. Be sweet to your father, okay? His love has been one-sided for 20 years.

Because of his daughter who, in his eyes, refused to grow up, Dad thought he might again feel sorry… for his forever little girl.

Kashmir, Pahalgam.

The terrorists checked for their IDs, their Hinduness before shooting them.

The Indian community is so shattered and raw but ig that’s what happens to a diverse people after years spent under oppression and in survival mode. It’s okay. We deserve to air out our dysfunctional selves just like all other countries and nations on their way to development. It happens and for god’s sake it hasn’t even been a century since the brits left this land so stop comparing yourselves to countries like America. We fucked up, we picked ourselves up and we are moving towards development with freedom and democracy. Don’t compare yourself to dictatorships either because again the form of government you choose determines your growth and democracy slows things down significantly.

Y’all are so damn brave and even though I know we all hold so many opposing political and social views, I wish the best for each one of us.

Indians, may this century be kind to us. 🥂

P.s I think post colonial trauma in societies should be studied and taught more to help people understand what is happening to them.

I WANT SOMETHING TOOOO

I'm taking Finland, Switzerland, and Thailand

AND AND URANUS

Shout-out to Indians not living in India or are not born in India. Soon we will occupy the entire world and there will be no escape from us ^_^

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Is it a normal desi experience to feel like a failed investment of your parents or is it just me?

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU TANGERINES (2025) dir. KIM WON-SEOK episode six: LIFE GOES ON AND ON When your body is tired and your heart wants to give up, there will be days when you want to give up on life. Refuse to back down. Fight to pick yourself back up. Take out a blanket and stomp on it. Till your soil. Go earn your money. If you tell yourself, "I won't die. I'm gonna survive," and use your arms and legs to push you up, you'll get past the dark waters and finally see the sky. By then, you'll breathe again.

reports saying pakistan has retaliated. i'm sick to my fucking stomach the people of kashmir don't deserve this. the people of pakistan don't deserve this. no one fucking wants this except the hindutvadis salivating and falling over themselves at the notion of destroying muslims. fucking hell.

“i should be studying” BUT THE INDIAN ARMY SAID BOOM 💥 SO NOW I’M HAVING A NATIONALISTIC MELTDOWN INSTEAD

I know I’m supposed to be studying right now. My end-semester exams are breathing down my neck, and my notes are lying open in front of me, untouched for the past two hours. But how am I expected to focus—how is anyone expected to focus—when the Indian Army just conducted Operation Sindoor?

bro. BRO. THE NAME. “Sindoor.” Not just a military op, but an emotional uppercut to avenge the widows of the Pahalgam attack?? That’s not warfare, that’s poetic justice with a side of ballistic missiles and I’m LIVING FOR IT!!!!!!!

Indian Army: conducts precision strikes on nine terrorist-linked targets in PoK Me: sobbing, saluting, punching the air, knocking over my coffee mug, failing my exams but winning at patriotism.

Pakistan: threatens retaliation Global community: nervous peace noises Me: holding my tricolor and vibrating like a Nokia in 2003

and now I have 3 tabs open:

notes I’m not reading

wikipedia page on Operation Sindoor

my rapidly deteriorating sanity

I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling. A kind of sharp, defiant pride. It’s not bloodlust. It’s not warmongering. It’s the feeling that someone finally said: enough. That justice, or at least something close to it, wasn’t just spoken about in parliamentary debates or editorials—but enacted, precisely, purposefully.

I should be memorising case laws right now. But my thoughts are with a widow somewhere in Pahalgam, who might have woken up today to the name “Operation Sindoor” echoing through the news. I hope it brought her something—solace, recognition, maybe even a sliver of closure. I hope it meant something.

So yes, I will get back to studying. Eventually. But tonight, I needed to feel this. To witness this. To let it shake me a little. To cry a little, maybe. And to remember that sometimes, history happens right outside the margins of your syllabus—and you’re allowed to look up and watch.

I may flunk this semester but at least I’ll flunk it knowing India clapped back with strategic, emotionally devastating precision.