SP_Trinkett
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@Trinket_Notes
Political Science, Passionate Policy enthusiast, Psychology,Development Professional, Spiritual Seeker.
Let that sink in. 9,333 kilometers. Missed flights. Sleepless nights. Chaos. All just to cast one vote. I started my journey from Switzerland on April 21st at 10 AM. One thought in my mind: I have to vote. No matter what. But nothing went as planned. Delayed Flight. Missed transit. Unexpected delays. An unplanned night in Dubai. Every hour felt like it was slipping away from me. But I kept going. I reached Chennai on April 22nd at 8:30 PM completely exhausted, with my 3-year-old toddler. I had an option: take a 6:55 AM flight. But I chose an AC sleeper bus, hoping to get at least a few hours of rest. And that decision had changed everything..! But before I could even board… I almost missed it. Heavy traffic. Crowd everywhere. I was running with my trolley, trying to cross the road. I couldn’t. And then… the bus started moving. For a second, everything stopped for me. But I wasn’t alone. My brother and someone very close to me were running alongside me. He was holding my baby in his arms, sweating, not stopping for a second. And then… something I’ll never forget. A stranger on a bike stopped and said, “Erunga Akka. Puducharlam” He was a TVK supporter. He chased the bus through traffic… and made it stop. I got in. I don’t know his name. But I know why he helped😊 Because he didn’t want me to miss my vote. Inside the bus, something powerful was happening. This wasn’t just a journey. This was coordination. This was responsibility. We made sure every single person in that bus got their chance to vote. We planned everything. At stops, a few people would get down, pack food for everyone, and save 30–40 minutes. Quick stops. No delays. No wasting time. Because we all felt it. Time was running. Fast. Every minute mattered. Every second felt heavy. At different points, we arranged cars to drop people to nearby polling booths just to make sure no one missed the 6 PM deadline. And then came the final stretch. People in the bus who had the same polling booth area as mine coordinated together. We didn’t wait to reach the final stop. We got down earlier before entering the main city traffic. We took the faster route, avoided congestion, and rushed. At one point… we reached the polling booth in just about 7 minutes from drop-off. That urgency… that coordination… I will never forget. Meanwhile, I had another problem. My voter ID and voter slip were at home, far from my booth. But again people stepped in. My college friends were constantly checking on me. They downloaded my voter slip, kept a printed copy ready. At the same time, I asked my parents to bring the originals. Everyone was doing their part… to make sure I didn’t lose this moment. And then… At exactly 5:55 PM, I walked into my polling booth and I cast my vote. I was the last person. The moment I finished… the booth closed. I just stood there. After everything… I actually did it. And I couldn’t hold back my tears. Because this wasn’t just about voting. It was about people running beside me when I almost gave up… a stranger chasing a bus for me… friends helping from miles away… a bus full of people making sure no vote was left behind… All of this… for one thing. The love. The belief. For one man Thalapathy Vijay. @TVKVijayHQ This is not authority. This is not power. This is responsibility. This is public service. This is empathy. If this is the kind of force we are… just imagine what we can build. Grateful. Emotional. Proud. ❤️ @TVKVijayHQ @Jagadishbliss @VigneshTvkCbe @SriGiriPrasath @GuRuThalaiva @RamVJ2412 @Kanimozhi_tvk
~2.5 cr women have voted in TN. How many among these voted for JV do you think ?
