The nature of a mosquito is to bite and suck blood. It doesn’t do it out of hatred. It does it because it is built that way. You can curse it, you can pray for it to change, you can hope it feels compassion — but none of it matters. The mosquito will bite. You can either endure the itching, the disease, the pain, or you can be smart and use a repellant. There is no third option. This simple truth applies exactly to Islamic terrorism emanating out of Pakistan. The Pahalgam attack is just another bloody reminder. More innocent Indian lives taken. Another warning that will be forgotten until the next attack shakes us awake. But let’s be clear: Pakistan’s terror machine is not a temporary phase. It is not a policy of a few bad apples in Islamabad. It is Pakistan’s strategy — to use terror as a weapon against India. And like the mosquito, it will not stop just because we wish it would.
What we must never forget is that mosquitoes don’t just appear out of nowhere. They breed in stagnant, dirty water — places that are neglected, ignored, left to rot. Terrorism breeds the same way. It festers in the dark, ungoverned spaces of a failed state like Pakistan. It feeds off poverty, ignorance, radicalization, and hatred deliberately left unchecked by a system that benefits from it. The Pakistan military, the ISI, and their political puppets have allowed this stagnant swamp of extremism to grow because it serves their purpose. They have no interest in draining the swamp, because the mosquitoes they breed — the terrorists they train — are sent across to bleed India. Unless we drain the swamp or destroy the breeding grounds, we will keep dealing with more mosquitoes, more terrorists, and more deaths.
For decades, India has oscillated between anger and amnesia. One day we roar about surgical strikes and retribution. A few weeks later, we talk about dialogue, confidence-building measures, people-to-people contact. We light candles, we hold peace concerts, we shake hands at the Wagah border. And then, another mosquito bites. Another coffin comes home, draped in the Tricolour. Another family is shattered forever. When will we finally understand that the nature of the beast does not change? Pakistan survives on the idea of bleeding India. Kashmir is not just about land for them; it is the ideological battlefield where they seek to avenge every insecurity, every defeat, every humiliation they have suffered since 1947. They have weaponized Islam, radicalized generations, and built an industry of terror, not by accident, but by design. Expecting them to dismantle it is like expecting a mosquito to lose its taste for blood.
There are only two ways to deal with this reality. Endure it and die a slow death, or repel it with relentless, merciless force. There is no middle ground. Every terrorist trained in Pakistan, armed in Pakistan, funded in Pakistan, who crosses into India must be treated not as a criminal, but as an enemy soldier. Every sympathizer within India who romanticizes the so-called “cause” must be exposed and treated as an accomplice. Every attempt to sell the narrative that these terrorists are “freedom fighters” must be crushed with facts and brutal clarity. This is not just about responding to one attack or another. It is about building a national instinct where preparedness is not a reaction but a permanent state of being.
We need to stop fighting terrorism as if it is an occasional event. We must treat it as an unending war being waged against us by a bankrupt enemy who cannot defeat us militarily and therefore resorts to bleeding us through cowards hiding behind religion. Every Pahalgam must harden us, not momentarily, but permanently. Every drop of Indian blood spilled must remind us that there is no compromise with the enemy. No handshake. No smiles. No misplaced hopes of goodwill.
You don’t invite a mosquito to the negotiation table. You don’t trust it when it says it won’t bite. You kill it before it kills you. The same must apply to Pakistan’s terror export factories. Whether through surgical strikes, through diplomatic isolation, through economic chokeholds, or through targeted covert operations — the mosquito must be crushed again and again until it fears even coming close. And while we deal with the enemy across the border, we must also stay ruthless internally. Those who incite, shelter, and glorify terrorists must face consequences that make an example out of them. There cannot be one rule for the man carrying the gun and another rule for the man who hands him a garland.
This is not about hatred. It is about survival. It is about accepting that there is evil in this world, and pretending it isn’t there only gets more of us killed. India’s strength lies in its resilience, yes, but resilience alone is not enough. We need ruthless resolve. We need the moral clarity to understand that peace with Pakistan is not a realistic goal today. Survival, deterrence, dominance — that is the goal. And it must be achieved without apology.
The world may tut-tut, liberals may whine, foreign newspapers may write editorials about “restraint.” Ignore them. No mother in India wants to bury her son because we were too worried about looking good to the world. No soldier fights for headlines in New York or London. They fight for India. And if India must stay alive, India must stay awake — always ready, always sharp, always prepared to crush the mosquito before it sinks its teeth into us.
Pahalgam is not a tragedy to mourn and move on from. It is a call to harden our hearts where necessary. It is a call to action. The mosquito will bite because it knows no other way. Pakistan will continue to breed terror because it knows no other way. We must live in this reality and stop wishing for another. Stay ready, India. Stay ruthless. Because the next bite is already being planned across the border.
