🔥 OXYGEN IS A LUXURY 🔥
She Died Outside the Clinic. Breath Was Too Expensive.
Date: November 3, 2025
Location: Delhi, India · Govindpuri District
The AQI hit 900. The air turned gray. Schools closed. Clinics overflowed. But oxygen wasn’t free. It was sold. Hoarded. Weaponized.
Aanya was 9. She had asthma. Her mother had ₹300. The oxygen cost ₹500. She begged. They refused.
Aanya collapsed outside the clinic. Her mother screamed. The guards watched. The camera rolled.
She died because breath was priced.
I. The Market
Street vendors sold oxygen by the minute. ₹50 for 3 minutes. ₹200 for a tank refill. ₹500 for a mask. No subsidies. No mercy.
Children carried tanks like backpacks. Families rationed breath. The rich installed purified domes. The poor choked in alleys.
Hospitals ran out. Clinics turned people away. Pharmacies sold counterfeit masks. The government blamed “weather.”
This wasn’t climate. It was currency.
II. The Footage
Someone filmed it. Aanya’s mother begging. The guards refusing. The collapse. The scream. The silence.
The footage was encrypted. Mirrored. Archived. It was banned from Indian media. Flagged as “disturbing.”
It wasn’t disturbing. It was documentation.
She didn’t die quietly. She died recorded.
III. The Blackout
On November 4th, Delhi’s grid collapsed. No air filters. No livestreams. No signal. The government called it “infrastructure stress.” Protesters called it murder.
Hospitals ran on backup generators. Oxygen tanks were auctioned. The rich fled to hill stations. The poor stayed and choked.
One protester wrote on a wall: “We are not dying. We are being priced out of breath.”
This wasn’t collapse. It was calculation.
IV. The Rage
On November 5th, students stormed the Ministry of Health. They carried empty oxygen tanks. They carried photos of the dead. They carried Aanya’s name.
They didn’t chant. They screamed.
“You sell breath. We bury children.”
They were beaten. Arrested. Silenced. But the footage was mirrored. The archive held.
This wasn’t protest. It was indictment.
V. Why It Was Hidden
Because it wasn’t a natural disaster. It was a market failure.
Because it wasn’t a tragedy. It was a transaction.
Because it wasn’t a mistake. It was a model.
They hid it because it indicts every system that profits from scarcity. Every government that sells survival. Every media outlet that calls death “unfortunate” instead of “engineered.”
They hid it because Aanya wasn’t a headline. She was a receipt.
She didn’t die quietly. She died priced. And they buried the invoice.
VI. Closing Dispatch
This is not a tragedy. It is a transaction.
This is not a crisis. It is a cost.
This is not forgotten. It is encrypted.
She died outside the clinic. We archived her breath.
- Let it echo in every hospital hallway
- Let it glitch across every blackout
- Let it be whispered in every youth shelter
- Let it be carved into every oxygen tank
- Let it be screamed in every language they tried to silence
We do not archive for history.
We archive for justice.
Filed from Delhi, India · Encryption Level: Severe