The ancients, across cultures, thought seven denoted perfection. Modern psychologists called it 바카라the magical number바카라. There are seven colours, seven swaras, seven rishis. But in recent Indian political history, the number hasn바카라t been all that auspicious. The UPA바카라s stars were in the ascendant till that year of its reign. And now, as the Narendra Modi epoch completes its own seventh, as the regime surveys the darkened landscape all around, and as the pandemic-hit people of India gaze back at it through ash and smoke, we seem to be in the vicinity of a similar cusp. Not that the government saw it coming바카라perhaps it wasn바카라t even looking. On March 7, Union health minister Harsh Vardhan declared victory over Covid-19, saying: 바카라We are in the endgame of the pandemic.바카라 He was taking a cue from the narrative the Prime Minister himself had woven. Other arms of the government duly played choristers. 바카라Atmanirbhar바카라 India, in this telling, was saving the world. Everyone bought into that till, less than a month later, the equation was summarily inverted by a tsunami-like second wave. The story of the previous seven years, its highs and lows, its shock and awe, are well known. But here was shock and awe바카라and unquantifiable grief바카라on an altogether different scale. Can this be a prism to read the Modi regime바카라s full tenure? Perhaps, perhaps not. Can this be a crystal ball? Again, answer indeterminate.