"When Politics Made Home Feel Distant”

 Sometimes even the places you love most can turn a little unfamiliar. Like this evening, on my favourite platform, when a simple match,India vs Pakistan,turned into a battlefield of words.I got carried away… blinded by my own nationalism. I let my bias spill out,and for a moment,I wasn’t proud of what I said.What stings more isn’t just the shame of being politically one-sided but the way it made the bond with that familiar voice from across the line who’s ribbed me more times than I can count feel strained.He’s been more than just another account on my timeline,almost a father figure to me.And yet,I let a game and a border come between that easy, warm space we had.

It’s a small thing in the world’s noise  but inside,it felt huge. Awkward...Heavy.And I hate that I let it get there.Without his like or comment, my posts don’t just feel ordinary,they feel a little emptier,like something’s missing that only he could give.