The Momma Clan

The sunrays peeped through the windows of the sky, and Khushi Amara Agnihotri switched on her mobile and started to scroll down the reels.

And she read “Operation Sindoor” in every reel that was coming her way. Her mind wasn’t able to understand anything. So, shrugging of the blanket, she walked into the living room, where her Dad was watching news in the television with utmost interest. 

Her father saw her, and she wished him, ”Good morning.”

“Ahh. Indeed, a very good morning, little love.” Her Dad replied, pointing at the TV.
“Yes, what is this news, Dad? I am not able to grasp anything.” She asked her Dad curiously.
“Well, justice is served for Pahalgam.” Her Dad said in a cool tone.

Khushi’s eyes widened and her smile broadened. ”Means, Happy Diwali to Pakistani Terrors?”
“Yup!” Her father replied, popping the ‘P.’.
“Wow!”
“The Indian Army and Navy formed an Operation with the name Sindoor and attacked 9 Pakistani terrorist camps, that too at midnight time.” Her father explained.
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After getting fresh and completing their breakfast father-daughter duo sat in front of the television again and awaited for more updates on Operation Sindoor.

“I love this operation name, Dad. It is so apt to the attack.” Khushi said, scrolling down on her reels.
“Yes, little love. They have widowed our Indian Women, and through Operation Sindoor they got the answer. And we got the revenge.” He said, watching the headlines.

“By the way, on the time of the Pahalgam attack, you had written a poem, right? Why don’t you add a few lines to it, like a continuation to it?” Her father asked, and she obliged his request.

Just then she saw two women were the ones who led Operation Sindoor. 
“Wow, Dad! India has given a fantabulous reply to Pakistan’s terrorists.” 

Surrender To India

Her pain-filled wails,
Echoed through Pahalgam;
Whilst his blood flowed,
Like a river through the valleys;
Her whimpers went numb,
Along with his heart;
The brutal heart of the culprits,
Danced with joy;
As an enchanting place,
Got shredded with innocent wails;
By tormenting them with,
The name of religion;
And she asked with rage,
“Will your religion forgive you?” 
And we screamed,
Crude humans surrender yourself to India!

“O’ dear Crude man,
You asked me to tell to,”Modi”,
I told him,
And I believe in the midnight,
You might have got your answer for it;”
“Through the same gender,
Whose sindoor you wiped off,
With your inhuman nature;”
“And now I am asking you,
If you have reached hell,
Through our revenge,
Kindly ask your god,
Whether he is going to forgive you,
For the sin you committed!”

-Akira Sravani