Wake up! This isn’t history—it’s a wound still bleeding.

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 Tbh... going through that whole #NamamiBharatam thread messed me up to d extent dat made me opting to write my heart out in the form of this v blog. It’s insane...how much this land has bled.And what’s worse is how we were kept blind to it. Not a word in school books,nt a murmur in debates. Just silence. Cold-blooded silence.

And in the middle of all this, what still shocks me to the core is how a true nationalist like Dr. Shyama Prasad Mukherjee,a man who literally gave his life fighting for a united India,was treated like dirt by pseudo-nationalists like Nehru n Sheikh Abdullah. Heartless, barbaric, brutal. No other word fits.

As a law student, lemme just say this loud: Abrogation of Article 370 wasn’t just a decision,it was d much-needed dawn rising ovr a land that had been smothered in darkness way too long. And while these so-called separatists n extremist blockheads keep shouting their fake-ass rants like “Azadi”,we the people,the real citizens,we’ve been dyin fr Azadi frm them,frm their bloodlust,frm their toxic politics,from d evil they breed in d name of identity.

Enough is enough!

Dr. Mukherjee didn’t die fr nothin.That man stood alone n said wat else cudnt dare to say....

That wasn’t some slogan.That was a freaking prophecy. And it came true.The least we can do is nt forget.

This land owes him....May he always b remembered nt just in speeches,bt in the very unity he fought n died fr.

#DrShyamaPrasadMukherjee #OneIndia #Abrogation370 #TrueAzadi #NeverForget

#He died for unity. They killed it with silence

#Azadi from the Azadi gang




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