Ajit Pawars Death ~ Plane Crash

 While India’s news is full of talk about #AjitPawar’s death and what happens next in politics, a much quieter and more painful story is being ignored. In the halls of power, people are discussing seats and elections. 

But in four homes in Thane, Mumbai, and Delhi, there is only silence.

When that plane crashed in #Baramati, the fire did not care who was important and who was not. 

It took a politician, but it also took a father, a daughter, and a protector.

Looking at the news today, you would think only one person died.

We need to say their names: #Sumit, #Shambhavi, #Pinky, and #Vidip.

Captain Sumit Kapoor was not just the pilot. He was a veteran who had spent 16,500 hours in the sky. He was also a father whose son became a pilot just to be like him. Today, that son has to live with the fact that every time he flies, he will see his father's face. For him, this wasn’t a political event—it was the end of his hero.

Then there is Captain Shambhavi Pathak. She was only 25. The daughter of an Army officer, she worked incredibly hard to earn her pilots license, even going to New Zealand to train. Her last act wasn't a speech; it was a simple "Good Morning" text to her grandmother. Her father is a soldier who knows about duty, but no amount of training helps a parent bury a daughter who was just starting her life.

In a small chawl in Mumbai, the story is even harder to hear. Pinky Mali had promised her father, Shivkumar, that she would call him the moment she landed. She even told him she would try to let him say hello to "Dada" on the phone. Now, Shivkumar is sitting in his room, holding a phone that will never ring. His heart is broken by a promise that was snapped in a second.

While the "important" man was being looked after, Vidip Jadhav was just doing his job, like he had since 2009. He left his house in Thane at 6:30 in the morning, waving to his neighbours like any other day. He leaves behind a wife and two young children. To the news cameras, he was just "security." To those kids, he was the most important man in the world.

An empty chair at a dinner table in a small flat hurts just as much as one in a palace. A mother’s cry in a chawl is just as loud as the grief of a famous family. If we only cry for the powerful, we have forgotten how to be human.

Five families were broken in that crash. All of them are hurting the same. We should remember all of them.

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