Emotionally Intoxicated

In an era when standing with the country means becoming a terrorist, and standing with the forest means becoming a Maoist, there are some people and lives whose stance and lifestyles are intoxicating.

We have drifted too far from our true mother — #Nature. Today, as North India struggles with floods and quakes, we are reminded of what we’ve lost. Our lives are drowned in advertisements, endless noise, greed, and ego. Disasters arrive as a warning, showing us how fragile we really are, yet we remain unprepared. Innovation keeps moving fast, but our hearts are slow to accept the truth — that the real crisis is not fake news or political drama, but our #Climate, our reckless use of resources, and the future we are putting at risk.

And perhaps the real revolution is not in shouting louder slogans, but in choosing quieter truths — unity over division, education over propaganda, respect over greed. If we can return to the rhythm of nature, we may still write a future where standing with the forest is not rebellion, and standing with the country is not crime, but simply standing for life itself.

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