Midnight Freedom and Morning Amnesia 🇮🇳 The plan was simple. Last night, over half-sleepy promises and leftover optimism, my roommate declared, “I’ll bring the items in the morning. We’ll cook together.” A democratic decision. Consensus achieved. Constitutionally binding. Morning arrived. Nothing happened. No vegetables. No groceries. No roommate urgency. Just silence, broken only by the distant sound of patriotic songs and my stomach filing a non-cooperation movement. It was Republic Day. And that’s when it hit me. Why Midnight? Why did India get its freedom at midnight? Not at sunrise, when the nation wakes up fresh and hopeful. Not mid-morning, after chai and civic sense kick in. But exactly at midnight , when half the country is asleep and the other half is wondering whether to stay awake or postpone enthusiasm till morning. Standing there, hungry, staring at an empty kitchen, I suddenly felt I understood the leaders of 1947. They knew . A Historical Pause (Because Satire ...