There is a Japanese legend that says:
If you miss the bus, maybe you avoided the accident.
If you got rejected, maybe you were saved from the wrong place.
If they left, maybe they made room for someone better.
The universe protects you in ways that look like bad luck at first.
WAYS TO RESPECT YOURSELF;
Not told = Don’t ask
Not invited = Don’t go
Left out of plans = Move on
Feeling used = Set boundaries
Taken for granted = Value yourself
Ignored messages = Stop reaching out
Constantly explaining = Stop justifying
Feeling unappreciated = Distance yourself
🔴#BREAKING | Maharashtra medical body warns of 24-hour hospital shutdown, to protest after Shiv Sena corporator Ramesh Mhatre gets bail
NDTV's @ShivAroor & @AnujRayate join @VedikaS with more details
"We are going on 24-hour protest but if demands are not met, it may prolong" : IMA Kalyan Doctors Association chief Rajesh Raghavraju
A high tech US factory turns banana leaves into organic fertilizer pellets using automated systems, and studies show this natural solution can boost rice yields by 20 to 30 percent while reducing chemical fertilizer use 🌱
People come from across the world to see Rajasthan’s palaces and forts rising into the sky.
But one of its most remarkable sights does the exact opposite.
It goes deep into the ground.
Chand Baori, in Abhaneri, was built over a thousand years ago. It drops nearly 30 metres across 13 levels and about 3,500 precisely arranged steps making it one of the deepest and largest stepwells in the world.
But what impresses most isn’t just the scale, it’s the thinking.
We talk a lot today about “design thinking” which is essentially solving problems by blending empathy, function and design so seamlessly that the solution becomes an art form.
While the stepwell fills the basic need of water, what emerges is almost hypnotic symmetry.
This is design thinking, centuries before we gave it a name.
Back then, it was simply… wisdom.
#SundayWanderer
Maharashtra has become the first Indian state to cross the $500 billion mark, with nominal GSDP estimates in the $550–580 billion range. For perspective, India’s entire GDP in 2002 was ~$515 billion. A single Indian state today equals the economic size of the nation just two decades ago—an extraordinary structural shift.
BREAKING || DGCA revises air ticket refund rules.
- Free ticket changes within 48 hours.
- No extra charges for early cancellation.
- Taxes must be refunded on all fares.
- Airlines must refund within 14 days.
@Priyabahal22 with details.
Meet Param - India’s most advanced indigenous robot dog.
Not imported, not assembled, completely BUILT in India by Indian innovators.
For our nation, for this century, for the world.
Jai Hind! 🇮🇳
On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.
When she opened them, her daughter was gone.
Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”
In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.
Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.
Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.
The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”
They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.
When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.
She ran.
Not away — toward them.
Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.
Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.
The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.
And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.
Six months of darkness ended in one hug.
Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.
Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.
Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.
Most people are shocked to see this video, complaining about hygiene and chemicals used to make mango juice.
What if I told you this factory would easily rank in the top 5% of the most hygienic juice factories in India? As for the ingredients, this is how juices in India are made. Actual fruit, whether as pulp or concentrate powder, is rarely more than 20%, not even in Maaza, Frooti, or Slice. The rest is sugar, water, preservatives, acidity regulators, colours, flavours, etc.
And all of this is mentioned on the label. But you don’t read it. You get convinced by misleading ads and brand names and assume you’re drinking something healthy. You’re not.
Eat real fruits, after thoroughly washing them to reduce pesticide intake, and make your own juice.
LG Electronics lists 50% above issue price, but the real premium was the emotion in that “Namaste”🙏 and his address to investors in Hindi. Well done LG India MD, Hong Ju Jeon!
Hey @ikamalhaasan
Education is the only weapon which will make people like you realise that Sanatan Dharma is the only scientific futuristic authentic religion of the world !!
They fought, they bled, they conquered fear.
From Abbakka Chowta to Kanaklata Barua — India’s unsung daughters who defied empires and carried the dream of freedom.
Let’s remember the women who made history but were forgotten by it.