Been having a delightful time with the twins here in New York, — the dynamic duo that belong to my daughter. Two little powerhouses of energy, mischief, and occasionally, darling saints.

They’ve dragged me through the parks of Manhattan like I was some reluctant reindeer in Santa’s sleigh. They’ve made me climb trees, to bring down their frisbee, crawl through tunnels made of bedsheets, and even eat ice-cream, most of it spreading on my beard.

But let’s talk about what really amazes me.

No, not my ability to survive their schedule without a cry for help, but how these two tiny humans work in unison.

Yes, there are the expected skirmishes—usually over who gets to press the elevator button or who crawls into my lap—but beyond that, they’re a well-oiled ‘double- engine’.

They make plans together, share ideas, and even correct each other’s spelling while writing a book (yes, we’re on Chapter 3 now—our protagonist is a superhero chicken. Don’t ask for more details yet).

This morning, they decided to build a cardboard fountain. Now, I use the word fountain generously—it didn’t spout water so much as encourage it to leak across the dining room floor. But what stood out wasn’t the flood damage, but the way these two coordinated. One cut, one taped, both poured water in synchrony—like some miniature engineering duo straight out of MIT. And I thought: if these two can work in unison at seven years old, why can’t we?

Why can’t our society? Our nation? Our world?

Why do adults, with all their degrees and designer shoes, insist on fighting each other instead of flowing like… well, like a cardboard fountain? Why do we have people at podiums shouting about divisions, stoking old hatreds, and saying, “Stand on this side, not that!”

Dear Mr. Divider of the Nation—yes, you, the bearded politician who thinks votes come from venom—come sit with these two little fellows. Watch them plan a game, negotiate who plays what, or how one lets the other take the blue crayon because it matters more to him today. Maybe you’ll learn that real power doesn’t come from breaking us into bits, but from blending us together.

Great things happen when we work in unison. When different languages are spoken under the same roof, and nobody tells anyone to “speak like us.” When mosques and temples and churches ring out across a skyline, not in competition, but in chorus. When our debates turn to dialogues, and our parliaments sound less like boxing rings and more like brainstorming sessions.

Back to my fountain engineers—they’ve now moved to making a pharaoh hat. I watch them working, intense in their creativity, yet enjoying themselves.

Because when we work together—even with sticky fingers and crooked cardboard—something wonderful happens.

Something that flows. Something that delights. Something that reminds us: unity isn’t just strength, it’s joy!

So the real ‘double-engine’ bearded sir, is not about the centre and state having the same political party, oh no, but allowing citizens of the family called India to live, love and work together, to produce fountains of harmony..!

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