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g0j0s · 3 days

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there is something so compelling about this painting. perhaps it’s the depiction of freedom from the social constructs as the heroine is shielded from the peering eyes of any onlookers. cocooned in the haven of her privacy, she reclines on her plush cushion, experiencing the vastness of the sky in her own courtyard where she’s as free as the birds that fly by. liberating her chest from the discomfort of tight fabrics and strings that are as adamant as the rules & conducts people have sheathed her with outside this womanly space. in her solitude even the breeze passes her by silently, so as not to disturb these moments of peace. slurping on the hookah pipe and making smoke rings, she lets her mind wander as far as it can venture, for she wants even her imagination to run free. an assistant tends to her feet that probably ache from the daily burdens she carries — since from her gait to her gaze, the bend of her wrist to the tugging corners of her lips; all is but a matter of scrutiny when she partakes in the society. but mind you, she enjoys every bit of it, for she knows the otherworldly enchantments that her ethereal being possesses.

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g0j0s · 5 days

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your writings are like therapy for me

omg ur the sweetest most cutest 😭💌🥺🪷 i’m so glad

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g0j0s · 13 days

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a painting of a lady on a swing

sakhi, the windless morning brings a message: it is finally spring. bring out the dholki and wear your best fabrics. put away the heavy shawls and the knitted sweaters that itch! o sakhi, wear yellow, saffron and pink. for we shall embody the colors that the earth embellishes herself with. watch the grass blades dance to the tunes of the blooming life. oh, how the butterflies feasts on the nectar of the gulaab, champa & juhi. sit on the swing and converse with the breeze. let it litter you with a thousand sweet kisses. o sakhi, leave your chores and your profound think. instead, join me in celebrating the season of new beginnings.

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g0j0s · 15 days

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a painting of Krishna, waiting

the night sky cascades down his shoulders. the dark clouds of enchantment sit comfortably looming. o sakhi, his dark locks are so intoxicating. even his beloved spends night after night running her fingers through them, reciting verses of poetry, praisingly. as silky as satin, the eyes of many women seem to slip from his coils to the rest of him. enticed by his beauty, don’t you see them prancing about deliriously? as curly as a stream, i’ve seen even men stumble in their tread when they witness his bewitching tresses. oh, how they writhe in envy! ay sakhi, come and look closely & see that in the twists of those curls lies many many distant dreams; of those who want him but can never have him.

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g0j0s · 22 days

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its strange but today i found out that for me a movie like bulbul has become a comfort film. in some strange way, it is so soothing & consoling. perhaps, it’s the familiarity to bulbul’s life that most women resonate with.

shoved into the unknown since a tender age, she was still able to nurture her innocence. but the dreadful clouds of peril always loomed nearby, whispering that she must proceed carefully. somehow she was aware that a storm would occur, drenching her in a deep shade of red, coursing through her with heartbreak, rage & violence.

despite the gut wrenching visuals and story, it is but a female fantasy. one may ask how something so grotesque could be called such a thing. yes, it’s a saga of a woman as her nativity dies mercilessly. but she’s also offered the gift of vengeance in which she succeeds.

it is rare to see such a raw and authentic portrayal of female rage and the ability to express it so freely. in her placid smile and her hungry eyes she harbours contempt and wrath but she swallows it relentlessly; for she knows that such secrets must be kept in the badi haveli.

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g0j0s · 24 days

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

omg you are the most beautiful, lovely jaaneman 💌🤍

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g0j0s · 24 days

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Yaarrr ek hi dil hai kitni baar jeetogi??🌺

omg skskks shukriyaaaa mwah <3 💌

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g0j0s · 24 days

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i’ve finally realised that i must suffer and endure before i can let it go. after years of running away from my anguish, still it would always catch up to me. soon enough it would grab me by my throat. with blood red eyes, as betrayed trickled from them, it would ask - why didn’t you let me in?

i would never have an answer. and as soon as an escape route opened, i would take it & leave. but years have passed by in a fear that it would find me. and guess what? every few months it does and it’s very angry.

so i’ve finally settled. seated with my legs crossed and my arms open, i welcome it as a guest. now it’s allowed to seep through me, mingle in my blood and make me crazy. it feeds off of me until i’m nothing but bones and a pair of eyes. but eventually, in days or weeks, it leaves. with its protruding belly and a hearty gait, it goes happily. and it promises me that it will not return, even if i wanted it.

so now i finally embrace the changes and all the chaos that comes with it. i let my suffering flow through me & lie down with me when i sleep. because i know that it needs me and there’s nothing i can do but honor it.

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g0j0s · 28 days

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g0j0s · 1 month

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there is so much love and despair in being a woman. you are the moon, waning and waxing, only allowed to be whole once in an eternity.

sometimes you are the stars that scatter and adorn the sky, enhancing it’s beauty. he wears you with pride, praising your abilities but what he fails to see how many pieces you had to break yourself into for him.

you are the sun, raging and fuming but you as you burn you continue to nourish those who need it. you are the planets that go in circles around the same center over and over because that’s what they told you was normal.

but if you step back and break away from it. even if your bones rattle as you peel yourself free; limp into that liberation and see how glorious it is. where you become the stream, trickling and frolicking.

where you become the ocean, always out of reach, as you willingly caress the feet of the onlookers but never fully submit. become the rain that douses those who deserve it and cleanses those in need. let yourself be free and embrace the love and hatred, celebrating the polarities.

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g0j0s · 1 month

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turning 25 is so strange. i feel like i’ve lived so much yet everything seems to have just started. i remember being five and frolicking through my dada’s khet, climbing trees and playing lukka chuppi. my dadi would apply surma on my waterline & mehendi on my palms while humming folk tunes. 10 was even more fun as we moved away from my ancestral home into a bigger house of our own. i would spend my days watching senseless television with my sisters getting to know them even more closely. out on our terrace we wish upon shooting stars like kajol from some movie. i’m glad i didn’t know this then, that after 12 a girl is no longer a girl but an entity. as an incomplete being, she travels towards a different reality. but it’s not until a decade passes that she becomes whole and gains that kind of agency. by 15 things had changed drastically. the world became very bleak and constantly changing. my girlhood was slipping from my fingers and everyone was teaching me to be more careful. a rage had started to brew in the pit of my stomach. with that kind of fury, i could’ve burnt villages and cities. 20 was tormenting. i was almost a woman but still a girl. love and hatred claimed me equally as i swayed from one side to the other constantly. a lot of lessons and choices were thrown in my face until i dealt with them diligently. but 25 has arrived in all its glory. liberation permeates through every part of my being. finally, the colors have returned, bringing along an array of fragrances and melodies. i realize now that everything that happened was just to bring me to this moment. oh, how glad I am that it did!

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g0j0s · 1 month

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devi: the goddess within

i have often heard people refer to women as devi insisting on their divinity. but often the implications are about Sati or Sita; the ones who perform sacrifices as their earthly duties. but what if she’s not?

what if she’s a mere human with many many faults and flaws that she works on diligently? what if instead of being single dimensional, she’s kaleidoscopic? what if she’s wrathful like Chandi but also demure like Gauri? what if she’s the source of life like Aditi but also dwells in cremation grounds like Kali? what if she’s wise like Saraswati but also possesses immense beauty like Laxmi?

if you really think about it, perhaps her dharma is only to figure out her life and honor her own light. perhaps, the reason she exists is for herself but she chooses to welcome others and love them. perhaps, she is the embodiment of all the devis; but on her own terms, just how she wants to be.

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g0j0s · 1 month

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the girl with rituals

"I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually"

—(Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages:

The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947)

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g0j0s · 2 months

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Aap kaisi larki hain gojo ji?

mast

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g0j0s · 2 months

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what are your gender pronouns ?

your blog is nice

how do you write with such clarity ?

my pronouns are: she/her

thank u!! <333

i try to write with honesty😭💗 it means a lot to me, thank u 💌

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g0j0s · 2 months

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men who are irrevocably & hopelessly in love with their beloved are so endearing. they who tend to their beloved with such gentle affection, walking the fine line between adherence & withdrawing, ever so graciously.

they who understand the intricacies of the multi faceted feminine & honour it diligently.

when living in a world that dances on the symphonies composed by the rigid & greedy; they who choose to denounce such flimsy hierarchies embrace all worldly & other worldly victories.

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g0j0s · 2 months

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a relaxed woman is so magnetic. it is when she’s free that she weaves dreams and accepts divine guidance to turn them into realities.

it is such an underrated phenomenon when a woman is allowed to set aside all her responsibilities so that she may only focus on her breathing. then she’s able to frolick through the deepest recesses of her soul, & conjure the most magnificent things.

but she must allow herself to be free of guilt and indulge in the pleasures of her being. because to be, is the highest form of living. to strive for things is merely a part of it.

but she is often mocked & told to overlook this wisdom. hence, she convinces herself that in life, the climb is the only worthy deed; just because it is what everyone else is doing.

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