#country delight

[shreedhi]

Leading Dairy Brands of Indore - Consumer Insights Shreedhi

A deep dive into the customer's minds and their personal experience with different leading dairy brands in Indore. We observe a pattern of reviews, testimonials and feedback shared by the customers. 

1. Shreedhi Milk - The brand promises purity and highest quality of milk and milk products and delivers certified, hygienic and essential products as the customers approve of its quality. Customers have personally highlighted their favorite products such as Shreedhi Gold, Shreedhi Chai Special, Shreedhi Dahi among others. Moreover, the goodwill of actor and humanitarian, Sonu Sood elevates the brand's position as he is well-built and a health-conscious actor with generosity and selflessness that aligns with the brand's mission  

2. Anik Milk - Anik Milk promises to provide high-quality and consistent taste to their customers. With the strong backing of a French dairy brand they are able to meet the International standards of food safety and even operate a customer care helpline to address any product issues

3. Amul - The Amul Butter Girl is famous for sending her quirky opinions on different topics and events. Customers highly rely on Amul Products for their daily needs and it has become a brand synonymous with good  quality, longer shelf life and a variety of products under cow and Buffalo variants.

4. Country Delight - This brand procures fresh milk from nearest farmers, with its promise of 'milking twice a day' to deliver fresh and pure milk. It comes along with a DRDO approved milk testing kit. Customers enjoy the transparency, easy orders through the application and big savings.

5. Mother Diary - The company has a vast distribution network pan India with fresh milk and cultured products such as ghee, ice cream and paneer. It puts maximum emphasis on quality. Customers approve of its taste, certification and quality. 

Brands are continuously raising the benchmark within the dairy segment and improving the product, offers, packaging and variants to meet customer needs and requirements.

#mother dairy #milk #country delight #amul milk #anik milk #shreedhi milk #milk in indore #best milk in indore #dairy products #health #shreedhi ghee

[mishalogic]

Love that country feeling.

where, flowers and fruit and vegies grow.

The sweetness of life,

from the window, a sheer country delight,

to us, Nature does bestow! ... Misha

#country #country feeling #flowers #fruit and vegies #sweetness of life #life #country delight #Nature

[bitchkovsky]

finally got to a country doctor's notebook on my meandering reading list and while i knew dankovsky must have been inspired by this but internal monologue is making me lose it

my youthful appearance made my life intolerable for me......

#a country doctor's notebook #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #....? ish. i mean. LMAO. #god i missed bulgakov's writing this is so delightful #it's probably even funnier in original/slavic languages #i'll have to see if i have a copy at home #mine

[mariusslonelysoul]

i have found myself a brand new coping mechanism

#my country is going to shit but look! the space nerds are going on a funky new adventure! #it took me a while to properly watch tos but i find myself delighted #and the aos movies are fun #excited to get to tng too #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek aos #spirk #bones mccoy #my MOST beloved #actually no #christine chapel #she is my belovedest

[mysteriesmuse]

A universe swapping quirk that transports Katsuki Bakugou into his favorite slice of life manga. Your world. He shows up at your door. Immediately recognizing the cute little flower pots set right outside your door and pounds on the door. The vibrant little snowball hydrangeas and mandarin orange gerber daisies.

And you - you’re the Y/N L/N. Katsuki subconsciously and instinctively moves his giant sweaty palm to clutch at the fabric stretched over his pec right above his heart just like when he reads something stupidly domestic about you in the chapter. His heart might actually leap out of his chest. Your complexion is dewy, radiant, glowing; and your hair is perfectly highlighted catching onto the afternoons rays as you nervously twirl a lock of hair around your finger. Just the way he’s seen sketched out a dozen times. And he’s only mildly surprised by your hair color, because obviously you’d have something fabulously different. But he never imagined your eyes to be this shade of e/c or to literally be sparkling underneath those fluffy lashes. And to see the pink flesh of your pronounced cupids bow pout and then pull taught into a warm smile at him. Everything about this is overwhelming - you’re his fucking fictional crush. The one he swears he’d marry if you were real and by some god-damn miracle getting nailed by a quirk finally worked for him.

#mysteriesmusing #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #I just love this idea of us being a character the Bakugo is in love with #and like all fictional characters he knows and loves every single quirky little detail about me #yes I smear chapstick on my lips like a toddler in awkward social situations. He finds it DELIGHTFUL #my small country girl habit of saying hello to all the moo cows and horsies on my way to town is now incredibly attractive #and I think it fits his secretive fanboy personality sooo well :D

[werewolves-are-real]

Time Travel Temeraire snippet

At first, Laurence assumes he's dead.

It's a natural conclusion. He remembers dying, after all.

He and Tenzing were at a function hosted by Wellesley. They were mostly there to support the dragons. Temeraire had long abandoned them to quarrel with Perscitia in the courtyard, with half a dozen ferals watching like it were a jousting match. Wellesley had laid out his grounds to allow room for dragons and men to mingle, but a good portion of the guests retreated inside to avoid the raised voices of the dragons.

Laurence wonders how Temeraire felt about that, later. About not seeing.

He was stabbed. He barely remembers it – just a quick pulse of pain in his chest, looking down. Red blooming over his coat.

Then he was on the floor. People screamed. Tenzing appeared, grappling with a tall and finely-dressed man; he used a dinner-knife to punch a hole in the stranger's throat, in a fantastic spray of blood, and dropped the body at once to kneel by Laurence's side.

He remembers Wellesley barking orders – bandages, water, a hot knife. Have to cauterize it, he'd shouted. Keep pressure -

But Tenzing never spoke. Just pressed down on Laurence's chest, over the wound, without particular panic. Laurence still remembers the grim resignation on his face; Tenzing knew what was coming. Laurence was glad to have him there when he died.

Then Laurence woke up.

The world sways in a familiar way, a rhythmic motion that Laurence registers on a soul-deep level. He's on a ship. But why? Where is Tenzing, Temeraire? Why would they put him on a ship?

“I think the fever's breaking,” says a voice. A naval doctor, disheveled and salt-stained, with long scars down his bared arms. “Oh, and awake too!”

“Well thank Christ,” says another man. One Laurence recognizes.

It's Captain Gerry Stuart – but he looks different, younger than the last time Laurence saw him, with smooth skin and dark curly hair.

Gerry died two years ago.

“Well, Lieutenant! You gave us a scare – how are you feeling?” Gerry asks.

“It's Admiral,” Laurence corrects rather than all the other things he does not dare ask. He hates the title foisted upon him; but it's at least more comprehensible than Lieutenant, and he clings to that rather than demand where did you come from.

Stuart throws back his head to cackle, though the concern doesn't leave his face. “Still perhaps a bit feverish, I think!”

“That might be the laudanum,” says the doctor, also amused. “Why don't you sleep a bit more, Lieutenant?”

“But where is Temeraire? Or Tenzing?”

“I can only assume you had some very vivid dreams,” Stuart chuckles. “You were babbling and babbling for Temeraire – isn't that a ship?”

“Perhaps the flagship of his fleet,” suggests the doctor, and Stuart laughs again. “Get some rest, Mr. Laurence. Holler if you need me.”

They both exit the sick-berth. Laurence stares blankly at the door.

What?

Laurence pats his chest. No wound. He looks down, startled by the pale thinness of his fingers, his youth-soft skin.

Well; not soft. Callouses cover his hands. But even these patterns are different – hard skin in places where he would hold a sword, or pulls ropes. His hands should be more wrinkled, yes; but these callouses faded years ago.

“Where am I?” he asks when the doctor returns. “And what is the year?”

“The year? 1793. You don't remember?”

1793. Laurence was 19 in 1793. A lieutenant for two years, on the Shorewise.

The doctor narrows his eyes. “What's my name, lad?”

Laurence swallows. His stomach churns; for the life of him he can't remember.

The doctor rushes off to retrieve the captain.

_____________________________

Laurence is diagnosed with brain fever, and partial amnesia. Gerry is horribly guilty about laughing, earlier; Laurence could not care less. He is given strict orders to stay on bed-rest for another week, in hope his strength will recover – and his mind.

Laurence doesn't think he'll have any issues working – he's forgotten many of the people around him, true, but he may never forget the way to run a ship. He's far more concerned with learning what happened.

From all appearances, it is indeed 1793. France is undergoing riots, and declared war against Britain in February. Temeraire has not hatched. Napoleon is probably a corporal or general himself, at this point. If he exists at all. God knows, perhaps Laurence is only mad.

But he doesn't feel mad. His memories are too vivid to be mere fever-dreams. A man cannot dream up twenty years of life!

But neither can a man go back to his youth, and live it all again.

I have a dragon, he thinks of saying. There is no war, because I captured Napoleon – an unknown man who makes himself emperor.

Mad. It sounds mad even to Laurence himself. But to imagine that Temeraire was a fever-ridden dream... Tenzing and Granby and China, all of it...

Laurence doesn't share his turmoil with anyone – not even with Gerry, who checks on him fretfully. After a week the doctor declares him well enough, physically. He's paired always with another lieutenant for the first few days on duty, and his shipmates watch him carefully for signs of permanent debilitation; but aside from a moment or two of hesitance, Laurence competently resumes his duties. The oversight lessens.

Laurence thinks about writing letters.

He thinks about writing to Tharkay's late father, who ought to still be alive, inquiring after his son. He thinks of writing to Prince Mianning, asking about the health of Lung Tien Qian. He thinks of writing to young Midshipman Granby, his unwed brother, his dead father...

Not all of them would reply. But he could ask questions. Could verify the truth of things. Unless this, instead, is the delusion.

Is he in 1793, imagining the future? Is he in the future, imagining the past? Or maybe he is already dead, and this is the reality of hell. He came here burning with fever, and now he burns with fear. Surely that is it's own form of torture.

Laurence is ironically given the task of tutoring the midshipman and lieutenant-hopefuls more than any other duty as the weeks pass; his crewmates still look askance, and the more eager of the midshipman become protective. Laurence remains perfectly capable of command; it is only that he can't help but be absent-minded, sometimes, staring at all the crewmen that pass him like they are nothing but moving paintings. Images of a world that no longer matters.

One evening the midshipmen drag him away to a meal with the other officers. It's a noisy crowd; Laurence would find the friendly bustle comforting in another life.

One of the senior officers, Lieutenant Moore, waves him down as Laurence enters. Evidently they used to be friends, given his notably concerned behavior of late. Laurence can't remember the man, and has a sneaking suspicion he died too soon to make a lasting impression.Moore jostles him when Laurence sits at the long table. “Will! Did you get any letters with the last batch?”

A patrolling gunboat brought a satchel of letters just this morning. “I did not,” Laurence says. He's grateful for the fact. He'd found a few pieces of correspondence in his quarters that he dutifully sent on; he cannot imagine writing a letter now, in this confused state.

“Then you've had no news! Robespierre has gone mad. Madder than before, I suppose.”

“Robespierre?” asks Laurence blankly.

Lieutenant Moore double-takes, as does everyone else around them. “Good lord, Will, please tell me you remember Robespierre?”

Right... Robespierre's reign was brief, but this is when he led France. Some of the things the papers published...

Well, at least Laurence has a well-worn excuse for his ignorance. He plays up his malady: “Yes. I think I recall he was... French?”

Groans of horror mixed with amusement echo around the table. “...Well you aren't wrong,” says Moore, looking pained. “He has styled himself the 'President' of their Assembly, which is some stupid way of being king; the French are all mad about removing and adding words right now. I don't know how they expect anyone to hold a conversation.”

“We should... probably educate Mr. Laurence about the war at some point,” some midshipman mutters. Laurence doesn't recall his name.

Moore sighs again. “Anyway. Robespierre is a tyrant, of course. But he's elected someone else to rule France! Barely more than a boy, too.”

Laurence frowns; he doesn't remember what Moore's talking about. “Why would he do that? Did they capture one of the Bourbons?” Declaring himself regent of a child-prince would at least make sense.

“Well, at least you remember them. No; it is some nobody, a young soldier. Not even French! I cannot fathom it.”

It feels like Laurence has been dunked in ice.

For a moment he can't respond. “What was his name? The soldier.”

“Napoleon Bonaparte. He has been chosen as head of their new heresy, the 'Cult of the Supreme Being,' they're calling it; and now de facto head of the government, too. Must be a priest? I don't know, nothing the French are doing makes sense. I expect his little group will be as short-lived as everything else about these riots.”

But Laurence doesn't think so. “...Excuse me; I'm feeling a bit poorly,” he says, rising on wavering legs.

“Yes, you look it! Go on, we'll tell you about the war later...”

Laurence flees.

#posting bc i have no idea where this is going or if I'll do anything with it #it's just a funny stupid idea #Laurence travelling in time: I have gone mad. I am plagued by visions. God is punishing me for my Sins. This is purgatory. #Why is this happening? What moral course of action can I take under these circumstances? #Napoleon travelling through time: No idea how this happened. Neat. Time to hijack a cult and rule my country even earlier. #basic concept is Laurence has an ongoing existential crisis about his Place In The Universe #but also he is determined to stop Napoleon #who is delighted and fascinated they BOTH came back and sort of indulgently lets him try #basically resulting in Laurence becoming Napoleon's unwilling advisor frantically trying to do damage control in between bouts #of philosophical dread and despair #“Poor Mr Laurence was loyal before the brain fever we swear” #meanwhile Laurence is in France just trying desperately to make Napoleon Stop #etc etc #Temeraire

[cyberdragoninfinity]

analog horror and country music are two beautiful cousins united in "genres of art that can and will do some really spectacular things creatively and with storytelling, but unfortunately the waters are muddied by a lot of it being simply Kind of Bad so people tend to just presumptuously write the whole genre off without really spending time with it, and it's really a bummer" and im so serious

#i love both. there is good country there is good AH you have let the masses' reputation keep you from some really delightful works of art

[theminecraftbee]

bekyamon: have you met fish in real life?

snifferish: I mean, yes.

bekyamon: oh, wow, I’ve read about them!

snifferish: …you can READ?

#rats smp #this is already such a delight #city rat and country rat…. #stream liveblogging

[marciliedonato]

"AAAAand the game is OVER! Argentina is the win- oh my God is that...no it can't be.... Netherlands with the steel chair??? 😮😮😵‼️‼️"

#Absolutely hilarious great job everybody #Argentina x Netherlands #wow anna said something #anna's shitposts #World cup 2022 #I was laughing so hard #World cup #Netherlands x Argentina #Netherlands nt #Argentina nt #Messi punching the air rn.... #I love these chaotic bitches.... I'm delighted #Last country I traveled to was the Netherlands... Coincidence?? #And I'm wearing the same jacket as I was the 1st day there and it's my mom's I never wear it... Funny funny

[loyalhorror]

I'VE. BEEN. SAYING.

#rat.exe #nightmare country #I'M GOING INSANE SDKFJNSFUHSDFKN!!!!!!!!!!! #i'm so delighted though this is EXACTLY how i write the dream2+corinth2 dynamic!!!!! yes!!!!! #nightmare country spoilers

[thedreadvampy]

Yes people are fucking dying and no I don't ever feel like. Great about people being killed in missile strikes.

But I also don't feel great about decades of civilians, including over 2,100 children in the last 20 years, being killed both by missile strikes and by being shot or beaten to death in the street.

250 people were killed in the Hamas rocket attacks on Saturday, which is around the same as the number of Palestinian people the Israeli security forces had murdered this year before Saturday, and significantly less than they've killed since Saturday.

look the people are not the state and despite Israel being an apartheid colony, being an Israeli citizen doesn't necessarily imply 100% agreement. It's been 70 years and 3 generations since Israel was established as a state and the majority of Israeli civilians now didn't choose to come, they're living in the country they were born (although the same is not so much true for people living in Gaza who have recently occupied the stolen homes of Palestinians). Israelis are human people with lives and hopes and passions and deaths of any person are tragic.

BUT.

Palestinians are human people with lives and hopes and passions and their lives matter just as much and are snuffed out without the international community batting an eye - I remind you again. 212 Palestinians including 38 children were murdered this year before this weekend's missile strikes and if you didn't give a shit until Hamas killed the same number of Israelis at which point everyone went OH MY GOD THE HUMANITY HOW COULD PALESTINIANS DO THIS (while Israel killed 300+ more Palestinians in under 24 hours) that's bc uhhhh you're fucking racist and don't think Palestinian lives are as important as Israeli ones

so like. sure we can acknowledge that 250 Israeli civilians' deaths are a tragedy, if we can also agree that the 300+ Palestinian civilians killed in retaliatory strikes are a tragedy and most importantly if we can agree that the 200+ Palestinians killed in 2023 before the Hamas strikes this weekend are not just a tragedy but a deliberate atrocity.

in January the Israeli government made it vocally clear before the UN than not only do they consider the occupation of Palestine permanent, they are explicitly focused on taking over as much Palestinian land as possible in perpetuity. Since then this whole year there have been a total of only FOUR (nonconsecutive) FULL WEEKS in which NO Palestines were killed by Israel (compared to only 8 weeks in which Israelis WERE killed, of which 2 incidents were friendly fire from another IDF member)

It's legitimately tragic when people are killed. And Israel has been systematically killing Palestinians to the degree there are Palestinian casualties recorded about 3 days in every 5 this year, usually multiple, with displacements, demolitions, injuries, arrests and beatings recorded almost every single day. I do not know how LITERALLY anyone can look at the numbers from this year, let alone the last 75, and conclude that Israel is the victim of unprovoked violence.

#red said #i note again. ISRAEL THE STATE provoked the violence which ISRAELI PEOPLE face regardless of their political beliefs #Israel's government does not represent the beliefs of all Israelis. no state does. #Israelis live on stolen land in an apartheid state. some of them chose to do so and to enthusiastically participate and some don't. #the Israeli people en masse are as responsible for the Israeli state as the American people are for the American state #or the British people for the British state #which is to say they run the gamut from thinking the government doesn't go far enough to protesting constantly #Israeli doesn't mean evil. Israeli people are people like anyone else. and resisting apartheid from within an apartheid state #isn't easy and a lot of Israelis do. and even if they don't they're still human people. #Israel as a state like most colonial states puts work into propaganda fear and dehumanisation of the other. #people are responsible for breaking out of that but they're not personally culpable for the crimes of their country #it fucking sucks. that Israeli civilians are killed indiscriminately as part of this conflict. #IT JUST ALSO FUCKING SUCKS THAT PALESTINIAN CIVILIANS ARE KILLED DISPLACED AND IMPRISONED #WHETHER OR NOT THE NATIONS ARE INVOLVED IN DIRECT VIOLENT CONFLICT #Israeli civilians are collateral casualties in violence which is happening bc Palestinians would like to stop being killed almost daily #and that sucks. it isn't a good thing and i don't delight in their deaths. the people are not the state. #but it also sucks that Palestinian people are killed at a rate of 15-60 every month regardless of what if anything happens to Israeli people #prior to this week the highest monthly conflict-related death toll for Israel was 7. the lowest for Palestine was 12. #and btw at least 3 Israeli deaths recorded were cases of one IDF member accidentally shooting another while trying to kill a Palestinian #in September 0 Israelis were killed by Palestinians and yet 15 Palestinians were killed by Israeli forces. #that's not to pretend it's good for Israelis to die. it's to point out that the violence of Palestinians against Israelis is in desperation #while the violence of Israelis against Palestinians is of opportunity. #where Israeli noncombatants are killed by Palestinian forces it's almost always collateral damage. and to be clear that is still a tragedy. #Palestinian noncombatants are regularly collateral damage but they're ALSO singled out and shot dead in the street #and that's a much more deliberate act. #if a 13yo is killed in a missile strike. if a 13yo is hit by a car. if a 13yo is shot by a gunman. all those are tragedies. #for the victim. they're dead however they die. for their families it's the same level of grief. #but there is a DIFFERENCE. between knowing your actions may kill children. and putting a child in your sights and shooting them dead. #that kind of targeted violence against specific individual civilians is something Israeli forces do to Palestinians. #it isn't something that is on record as happening the other way around

[wistfully]

FIRE COUNTRY 1x09 No Good Deed

#fire country #bode donovan #sharon leone #vince leone #look i know this scene was supposed to be all about being concerned about gabriella #but sharon and vince's look of utter delight and relief? #seeing their baby boy alive #and then fussing over him?? #my heart 😭😭😭😭 #tbh we dont get enough scenes of the three of them together

[fictionadventurer]

August: Day 25

Adventures

Spent way too long at the library

Checked out a book that was so old and hadn't been checked out for so long that it was no longer in the library's computer system

Enjoyed an hour of silence at home resting in the peace of the wind outside and the sunlight and shadows of trees flickering on the floor

Read poetry under a tree in the sunset

Writing

Read part of Ruta Sepetys' book on writing

Wrestled with the desire to write a personal, meaningful novel while having no idea what project could fill that need

#adventures in writing #the old book was a lovely old volume of james whitcomb riley's poetry #i loved 'when the frost is on the punkin' in middle school and paging through the book i thought it was perfect for august #i have no idea when the library obtained it #but the copyright page said nothing but 'copyright 1892 by james w riley' #the self-checkout didn't recognize it #and the librarian explained that books will fall out of the system if they're un-checked-out for long enough #which filled me with a secret delight #i was rescuing the poor lonely unloved old book #giving a senior citizen a new chance at life #reading it in the sunset makes me wonder if i could ask the library to sell it to me #they clearly don't need it #and it's such a lovely volume #there's something about reading such an old edition of the book that puts the poems in their proper environment #you can feel the world he was writing about because you're holding a piece of it in your hands #and i just like his poetry #it's sensible poetry if there can be such a thing #not making grand metaphors about nature and the deeper human condition #but just 'there was sunlight on the crick. and a tree. and some butterflies. it was nice.' #plus the country perspective and working-class characters #it's down to earth and homespun and simple and grounded and in love with all the common things of life #and so much of the landscape is so familiar so there's the extra sense of connection #sure some of it gets a bit trite but it's so unpretentious that you can't mind the occasional misstep #and occasionally there's one where the impeccable sense of rhythm he showed in the first poem i loved sneaks up on me and sweeps me away #anyway it was nice it was a good day god is good

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: According to their parents, Ingo and Emmet are "too young" for a Pokemon, but they both think that's stupid rule. They take matters into their own hands and try to find the perfect birthday present for each other.

Day 16: Trade!

I once again must state that I love writing kids

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #parent ocs #novembmas #submas november #this is another one that got a little away from me #but i had a ton of fun writing it #its cute and silly and i am once again making ingo and emmet country kids #you cant stop me #and mel and nico are always a delight to write #i understand why ppl make ocs now #i get it #anyways #hope you enjoy!

[the-busy-ghost]

TBH 2nd of January is the most Scottish holiday: a free bank holiday as a result of previous generations' almost religious commitment to partying on Hogmanay/New Year, on which you are expected to do absolutely nothing other than veg out on the couch

#Burns night is great but it's a lot more work and people do it in other countries #St Andrews day who #I don't know her she's only fun for the google doodle maybe having unicorns #And so we have something in November to inaugurate the shortbread and mince pie season #But 2nd January is my love and my delight #A day entirely dedicated to idly watching flocks of geese and doing fuck all #Maybe different for different families though

[autism-corner]

despite loving being trans i always do long to having boy teenage years/upbringing. But. im also autistic. i think that even if i was AMAB i wouldnt have gotten that classic boy life. that realization both deepens the grief yet relieves the feeling because i know that that wouldnt have been me anyway.

#its weird longing for something that others can get so easily. so naturally. wanting something they dont even think about. #its not meant for me. #in all of my teenage life i get half a year of that living as a guy. and only at school. i have to make do. #its hard looking at people younger than me that are already on HRT or have even had surgeries. the world seems so unfair because im not at. #... that point yet. but i know that i have to be gratefull aswell. some people discover theyre trans way later than i did. i imagine that.. #... aswell long for what i have. knowing im trans at 16 and living in a country with fairly good trans care (although the waiting lists... #...are hell). im lucky. i know that. yet. sometimes the pain hits harder than the delights. i want to be happy for people on HRT. for... #... people that easily pass. but they remind me of everything i dont have yet. #i need to remember that deep down were all the same. i dont have it the best nor is my situation the worst. its just something thats... #... unfortunately a huge part of my life. #anyway. rant done. im excited to be an out trans guy in uni. #i need to stop thinking help. #its not bringing anything good rn :/ #YAY transgenderism 6=w=9 #sillyposting