Ram Sundar

Stop trying to hit me, and, hit me!!

[Samuel Hume @DrSamuelBHume]

One of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen: a standing ovation for the full Daraxonrasib results

I feel inspired and energised, to put it mildly — we have a targeted therapy for pancreatic cancer now, and nothing is undruggable anymore

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

Michael - The power to sway people!! #MichaelTheMovie

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

#AalaporaanThamizhan #TVK #TNElections2026

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

#TNAssemblyElections2026 #StalinBuildsTN #TVKVijay‌ #ADMKAlliance

Also, a big Whistle Podu for today's CSK match!!

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

#TNAssemblyElections2026 #StalinBuildsTN #TVKVijay‌ #ADMKAlliance

Also, a big Whistle Podu for today's CSK match!!

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

Naangellam Sun kkae Torch adikravanga!! #TNAssemblyElections2021 #StalinVarar #AbkibaarEdappadiar

[No name @voiceoutDr]

Here you go . That quick change for Raja Saab.

[Frankie™️🦅 @B7frankH]

A Turkish proverb says, “If a father bathes his children, both will laugh, and if a son bathes his father, both will cry.” Such is the painful beauty of life, where love comes full circle with time.

[Sann @san_x_m]

His name was Manjunath Shanmugam.

He was an IIM Lucknow graduate.

He got a job with Indian Oil Corporation as a sales officer.

His territory was Uttar Pradesh.

He found that petrol pump dealers were adulterating fuel and cheating customers.

He reported it. He sealed the pumps.

On November 19 2005 a petrol pump owner shot him dead outside his office.

He was 27 years old.

The killers were convicted. Sentenced to life imprisonment.

His parents did not get compensation for 15 years.

His college created the Manjunath Shanmugam Trust in his name to fight corruption.

Some men die because they refused to look the other way.

India forgets them too quickly.

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

Balerion, is basically, the Toruk of the GoT universe!!

[Daniel @General_D__]

How the hell did aegon even manage to scream dracarys so loud that it reached Balerion's ear??

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

This is an account that keeps giving!!!

https://t.co/KLc9RBJDgI

[Sumanth Raman @sumanthraman]

Hey New Zealand, can you lend us @jacindaardern for a few months to help us deal with #COVID19 ? #COVID19India

[Johns. @CricCrazyJohns]

INDIAN TEAM GIVING A GUARD OF HONOUR TO ALYSSA HEALY 🥹❤️

- Australian legend playing her final ODI.

[Kaviya_Official(⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) @thalaphathifan]

He never showed how his Mother Raised him 🥹🫰🏻

[The ₿itcoin Therapist @TheBTCTherapist]

If you don’t laugh at this you’re not human

[MOHINI WEALTH (NRI) @MohiniWealth]

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.

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

Beautiful!!

[Saloon Kada Shanmugam @saloon_kada]

Morning Wokeup & I Witnessed This🥺❤️

[Shashi Tharoor @ShashiTharoor]

Poor soul has clearly never had a good one. A truly great idli is a cloud, a whisper, a perfect dream of the perfectibility of human civilisation. It's a sublime creation, a delicate, weightless morsel of rice and lentil, steamed to an ethereal fluffiness that melts on the tongue. With the right accompaniments, it is the culinary equivalent of a Beethoven symphony, a Tagore sangeet, a Husain painting, a Tendulkar century. To call such a thing "regret" is to have no soul, no palate, no appreciation for the finest achievements of South Indian culture. I can only feel pity for @Molutty_writes and @SassyDopamine !

[The Cinéprism @TheCineprism]

If you know this shot, you've witnessed the Saddest moment in history of Cinema 💔

[Andrew D. Huberman, Ph.D. @hubermanlab]

It’s hard for people to get their heads around this one, but A and B are the same color and brightness. You can crop them out and compare if you like. Visual perception is amazing, but it is also very context dependent. (Credit: Akiyoshi)

[M.K.Stalin @mkstalin]

இது ஒரு பொன்மாலைப் பொழுது என நேற்றைய மாலை ராஜாவின் ராகங்களோடு கரைந்து போனாலும் - உள்ளத்தில் உறைந்து நிற்கிறது! 🎼

இசைஞானி தமிழ்நாட்டின் பெருமை! அவரைக் கொண்டாடுவது நம் கடமை!

@ilaiyaraaja #இளையராஜா #இளையராஜா_50

[Business Standard @bsindia]

#Opinion | #Retirement-focused insurance plans promising “Pay ₹1 lakh yearly, get ₹2 lakh annually” offer clarity and guaranteed payouts, but factors like deferment periods, premium term, and IRR can affect returns, writes @deepeshraghaw

#personalfinance
https://t.co/OuQtHO4ZAf

[Ram Sundar @ramsundarb]

#Coolie #FDFS "Deva"stated!!