Wearied by persistent lawlessness, protracted violence, deep-rooted insecurity, recurring economic instability, shrinking opportunities, and an almost bleak prospect of a scarcely hopeful future. These, as I perceive them, are chief reasons that prompt my parents, time-and-again, to lament:

"We would have been better off in a united India."

I find such remarks intensely vexatious. Yet, before I dismiss them outright, reality intrudes:

Too often I find myself praying, not for scientific breakthroughs or technological advancement, but alas, simply for the uninterrupted provision of basic utilities.

When I widen my lens, the discomfort deepens:

Poverty festers like an open wound; accessible healthcare remains a distant dream for many; affordable, quality education is still more privilege than right; persons with disabilities confront not only physical barriers but systemic neglect; merit frequently bows before influence; justice moves, but sluggishly.

Belonging to the legal profession, this contradiction confronts me daily. While assisting my seniors, I witness the nobility advocacy: articulate arguments, principled stands, the law invoked as a shield for the vulnerable. In those moments, the Courtroom feels almost sacred. Yet, disillusionment soon follows: endless adjournments, procedural lapses, selective application of principles and institutional inefficiencies dilute the essence of justice. The Courtroom – symbol of........

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