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Devi Saraswati, the one who is dressed in a white attire, who is the epitome of knowledge and education, the one who governs learning in the Universe,
You hold the Veena and the book, you remove the darkness by illuminating our lives with the knowledge
You hold a garland of beads that sparkle and you are seated on a lotus that represents blossoming mindfulness.
I worship you, O mother Sharada, the Goddess of wisdom
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Also hope Maa saraswati blesses us to pass our exams and tests
desi dark academia mood board
eldest child. artistic, botany student. hiding behind saccharin smiles and soft frowns. voice tingling until it stops serenading. will the expectations ever stop?
sing to me to me, Aaranya. the forest you grew around yourself, is humming, with the vibrations of your music.
✨ANCIENT INDIA AESTHETIC MOODBOARD✨
For @suvarnarekha
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Man Kyun Behka Re Behka Aadhi Raat Ko
She lay on the bed with the man dancing away to the rhythms of his own pleasure. Yes, he was just a man....She couldn't remember his name. It didn't even matter. She didn't care anymore. Her mind had danced away into the humble room filled with the scent of the jasmines adorning her hair. Is this how Krishna's flute sounded to Radha?....The way her quiet giggles sound to her?......The way she has stolen her sleep just like Krishna stole Radha's heart. The entire day seemed like a dream. But the night was ethereal. Their hearts spoke after years. She felt like she was not alone after so long. Their joy was drunk in moonlight and their laughter heralded the moonrise.
Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?
She wanted to keep hearing the sounds of her anklets. For one night that music was only for her. She had said that her anklets were singing differently that night. They had laughed and then she had looked at her...Into her eyes, her soul...Not just her body. She had smiled and looked away. Is that the shyness her mother used to tell her about? The one which was supposed to come swooping down like a veil whenever her husband looked at her but never did? Why did the sindoor feel so different when she put it on her forehead? It hadn't felt like that in the ten years of her marriage. They had talked that night....Talked of life, of sorrows that had so long been confined within the four walls of their hearts. Nights had always been quiet....But that night rang with the words that had been buried under the shadows of loneliness.
Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?
desi dark academia set in south india
"girlhood was as ephemeral as a drop of water on a lily pad." // chitra banerjee divakaruni, the forest of enchantments
Arre jhumka gira re Bareily ke bazaar me in jhumka gira re
तू जहाँ जहाँ चलेगा मेरा साया साथ होगा मेरा साया साथ होगा…
कभी मुझको याद करके, जो बहेंगे तेरे आँसू तो वहीं पे रोक लेंगे, उन्हें आ के मेरे आँसू
मैं अगर बिछड़ भी जाऊँ, कभी मेरा ग़म न करना मेरा प्यार याद करके, कभी आँख नम न करना
तू कोई जनम भी लेगा मेरा साया साथ होगा…
I would have opened this letter with a ‘dear’, however I wondered for a long time if it would indeed be a correct way for me to address you, after all this time. A lifetime seems to have passed between that evening of 1952 and now, sometimes even making me feel that I have slept through the last 30 years. I would often look at faces of my children and grandchildren, wondering if I am stuck in some never ending dream from which I might wake up any minute now. My hair has greyed in the fringes of my temple and forehead, my smile is showing signs of wrinkle and my fingers feel heavy. It’s not a terrible feeling, I enjoy my experiences most of the time, but sometimes my body feels like it is living the life of someone else. And that in a different timeline I am still there playing with you behind that tree. Is it still there? I was so sure I will forget everything, you, those lanes, that house and all else. Are you also there? Do you also, like me, go to sleep in the expectation of reliving our lives till 16 years of age again and again, like listening to a record on loop or going to see one particular cinema multiple times? If you are coming back from there, can you accompany me back to myself as well please?
This night seems to be taking all away from me again. The moon is cruel.
Kyu maut ka izzat lut rhe ho....aise nanga naach karwa kar🤣🤣 kitna mushkil se to bechare ne sabke dilo me dar bna rakha hai 🤣🤣
#mautkibeizzati 😅
Maut ka nanga naach
Yup....that type of person is so precious....😌
So cute when someone knows you're asleep and they text you a long paragraph about how they feel so that's the first thing you read in the AM
🎉If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. :)
@silverstar07 @nyxmahogany thanks cuties for sending this 😁 So facts about me is :
1. I feel so happy when someone does any small efforts for me
2. Sometimes in over excitement / emotions i do something wrong which makes me regret later on ( working on it)
3. Mai khud ka hi dost aur khud ka hi dushman hu
Yes...i love to talk if someone shows interest kn it..😌
I have no problem texting first as long as you make me feel you wanna talk.
Wahi mai soch rha kab aayegi koi aisi kanya jisse mai ye dunga ....😌
Kab ayega woh din, jab mujhe koi ayega aur yeh sab dega??
{Photos from Pintrest}
Want to be kissed like this by a desi girlie so baddddd, this could actually heal me.
yaar kya mast cute chulbul sa bachha tha...🥰 aaj mai bus me travelling kar rha tha to ek chhota sa bachha bus me idhar udhar running kar rha tha baar baar gir rha phir uth kar khelne lag rha tha aur sabse achhi baat uske parents usko rok tok bhi nhi kar rhe the phir mere pass aata hai mere saath khelne lagta hai mere pass aa kar aaram se mere seat pe baith gya uski mummy dekh rhi kidhar gya pichhe muri to vo mere pass aaram se baitha hua khel rha tha ...😌 aur mera bad luck ki uss samay mera phone switch off ho gya uske pics bhi nhi le paaya but uski mummy bhi kaffi achhi thi hàm dono ka snap le rhi thi....😁 bus me mai akele bore ho rha tha usne mood fresh kar diya mera... 🥰😌
agar kisi ko meri yaad aaye to pls khud se message kar lena sorry but i can't text you first because i don't know you're really interested to talk to me or just replying me......😴
Really....Kaha ho yaar ab to garmi bhi aa gyi tum kab aaogi...aane wale sab aa gye tum kab aaoge....tum kab aaoge..😒
Dear soulmate where the hell are you?
Please.
Subah subah uth kar tumblr to aise kholta hu jaise koi interested ho baat karne me mere chats messages se bhar rakhe ho but hota kisi ka ek message nhi...
I want love.....😌😍