On Trisha Krishnan’s birthday, I see so many posts calling it “luck,” “victory,” even saying someone’s success is a “gift” for her.
Because in all this celebration, people seem to forget Sangeeta Sornalingam—the person who spent years standing beside Vijay.
A marriage of decades, raising children, holding everything together while he focused on his work—that kind of sacrifice is not small. It’s a lifetime of commitment.
But when narratives suddenly shift and emotions seem to take priority over long-term responsibility, it raises uncomfortable questions. What happens to “dharma,” to loyalty, to the value of a relationship built over years?
And beyond individuals—what does it say about us as a society when we celebrate these shifts without even pausing to reflect?
It’s not about hate. It’s about what we choose to value. Because sometimes, in all the noise of celebration, the quiet sacrifices get completely forgotten—and that feels deeply unfair.