Kuala Lampur, Feb. 25 -- I watched Modi in Jerusalem the way you watch a childhood home being turned into a themed cafe - the walls still standing, the soul replaced by lighting design.

Standing ovation.

Netanyahu's embrace.

That slow, deliberate language of "civilisational partnership" - the kind of phrase that sounds profound until you remember who used it first and why.

And somewhere, in the humid archives of the Global South, Bandung folded its flag.

Because for those of us raised on the mythology of post-colonial dignity, India was never just a country. India was the elder sibling who survived the beating and still walked upright. The one that taught us that you could be looted, starved, partitioned, humiliated - and still speak...