This Country Needs a Mirror, Not a Parade
Why Our Flags Fly High While Our Voices Stay Low
It’s August 15 again. Flags are flying. Speeches are echoing. WhatsApp is flooded with patriotic forwards. And me? I’m sitting in my room—blank, restless, and a little angry.
🔖Is this freedom?
Where every girl is taught to “adjust” in the name of culture.
Where every artist must dilute their truth to avoid trolls.
Where every emotional soul is told to “toughen up” and “move on.”
🔊Society says:
- “Don’t be too loud.”
- “Don’t be too soft.”
- “Don’t be too different.”
We celebrate freedom, but we punish individuality.
We glorify sacrifice, but ignore suffering.
We post quotes about mental health, but mock the ones who actually break down.
📋And the system?
- It’s a maze of paperwork, privilege, and power games.
- Justice is delayed, truth is silenced, and accountability is a myth.
- The poor die waiting. The rich live above the law. And the middle class?
- We clap, we vote, we suffer quietly.
📌I’m tired of slogans.
Before I say “Jai Hind,” I have to swallow my rage.
Before I say “freedom,” I have to censor my grief.
I want freedom—to feel, to fail, to scream, to heal.
I want freedom—to turn my pain into poetry without asking for permission.
If this country only gives me silence, then I want freedom from that silence.
