A country that buys arms and ammunition from France and the United States.
A country that just went to war with its neighbour—Pakistan—and flirted with the edge of nuclear catastrophe.
A country saved not by strategy or statesmanship, but by the timely interference of American President Donald Trump.
Had he not stepped in for a ceasefire, I wouldn’t be alive to post this update.
But no, this post isn’t about India’s nuclear readiness, or a chest-thumping celebration of being the world’s 4th largest defence power.
This is about something smaller, quieter.
Today’s weather: 38°C.
And, as usual, there’s a power shutdown in my area.
For those abroad who don’t understand what that means—it means no electricity from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. No explanation. No apology. Just darkness and heat.
And this isn’t an exception—it happens every month.
On other days, power cuts arrive like clockwork:
8 a.m.
10 a.m.
12 noon.
4 p.m.
7 p.m.
10 p.m.
You could set your watch to them—if your watch wasn’t charging.
This is the India where 93% of citizens don’t have a passport, and have no clue what it’s like to live in a country where electricity is a constant.
They simply cannot imagine it.
And yet, their nationalism burns uninterrupted—especially when it comes to Pakistan or cricket.
By the way, during the war?
In my area, people couldn’t even watch the updates on TV.
The power kept going out.