When we become an INDIAN?

I crossed my state ; They asked my caste

I crossed my district ; They asked my religion

I crossed my state ; They asked my language

But when I crossed India I became an Indian.

Inside India, we often keep dividing ourselves.
When you travel to another district, people see your religion first.
When you go to another state, people test you by your language or caste.
Politics takes advantage of this – leaders and parties feed on these small differences because that’s how they gather votes. They keep us busy fighting over caste, region, religion, language – while the bigger problems like jobs, health, education, and fairness remain ignored.

The sad truth is: abroad, we proudly unite as Indians (?..that too the divisive rulers destroys!).
At home, politics keeps us divided for power.

If the world can recognize us simply as Indians, why can’t we do the same at home?
Unity and education are our real strength. Without them, we keep walking in circles, trapped by old dialogues. With them, we can walk forward — together — as a nation that truly progresses.

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