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marzipanandminutiae · 3 years

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I just read an older post of yours that said something about "Civil War ghosts at my junior prom to childhood fae-related trauma to hooded figures in the backyard." I'd love to know these stories, if you wouldn't mind telling them.

Oh man. Well, there’s not really much else to them beyond what I said, to be honest.

The (Probable) Civil War Ghost

First of all, it wasn’t actually MY junior prom. It was a friend’s junior prom that he asked me to and I accepted (just as an excuse to be at the biggest local Super-Haunted Historical PropertyTM after dark. there was a battle in my town in 1864, and as a result the whole place is now extremely haunted)

It was a plantation

If you're horrified by plantation weddings, get ready for Plantation Proms: Definitely A Thing In Southern Towns With More Historical Sites Than Hotel Ballrooms

I probably should not have gone to this prom but, while already progressive, I was rather less self-aware as a teenager. thank the gods, it was not a themed prom. although then I probably would have realized how messed-up using that space for a prom was

But I digress

My friend and I were hanging out on the huge back porch of the mansion, which has a ton of rocking chairs for people to use while waiting for tours

There was no wind that night, and while we were free to use the porch and the chairs, nobody else had been up there for over an hour

You probably see where this is going

I was leaning against the railing, feeling very dramatic and elegant in my poly taffeta prom dress, when I remarked to my friend that I’d been visiting this place on school trips for years but never encountered any of the famous ghosts

“Um, Marzi?” he said. “You might want to turn around.”

I turned around

One of the chairs was rocking on its own

Have you ever been in a situation you knew could theoretically happen but always kind of figured wouldn’t? Like you almost don’t believe it, even though it’s Definitely Happening? This was like that. I wasn’t scared. It didn’t feel real, even though I was seeing it and my friend clearly was, too

Being the rational firm ghost believer that I am, I tried to consider all logical possibilities first. “Maybe it’s the wind,” I said, knowing as I said it that the air was totally still. This did not, again, feel scary or portentous. I just felt kind of stupid.

The chair rocked forward and balanced on its front rockers. It was a position no amount of wind could have forced that chair into without blowing it over. A long moment went by. The empty chair stayed balanced, as if held in place by someone sitting in it

“...or not?” I offered.

The chair fell back and rocked to a natural halt, as if someone had gotten up from it and walked away

We both looked at each other and quickly decided to go back to the tent where the dance was taking place. I asked him about it again back in college and, unprompted, he recalled the story exactly as I remember it

The Fae-Related Childhood Trauma

I don’t talk about this one in detail. I just. Don’t.

I saw Something. I ran into my neighbor’s garage and stood in the corner crying for a solid 20 minutes, screaming at anyone who got close not to touch me

Maybe it was a hallucination, though other, less traumatic things I’m inclined to believe happened in my neighborhood.

But every time I even come close to describing what I saw, I just- I can’t. I physically could say or type the words, but it feels like an uncrossable mental barrier of wrongness. It’s Not To Be Discussed

I had plenty of neutral and even positive-seeming fae-ish experiences growing up; most of them I don’t even remember exactly. that was the only really bad one, but it was (as you can tell) a doozy

The Hooded Figure

My mom and sister and I were watching Phantom of the Opera (2004) one evening and the sun began to set.

I got up to close the blinds on the French doors to the porch

I saw a hooded figure- not like a Grim Reaper; I got more the vibe of a tall woman wearing a hooded cloak -slowly walk behind a stand of trees in the neighbor’s terraced garden

I saw the figure pass behind the trees, apparently on a straight trajectory across the terrace

The figure never came out the other side. The outline behind the trees just disappeared. From that angle, there was nowhere a person could go that I wouldn’t have seen them. But I never saw her(?) again

There you go. Hope that was what you were after!

#ask #anon #long post #personal #paranormal #fair folk #ghosts #ghost encounters #plantation mention

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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sanjivani 24.10.19 lb

quick one, coz weddings got me heckin' tired. note to rest of my cousins: please just elope. i promise you'll have my love and support. and gratitude.

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i knew it. stupid boyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

“tumhe kya lagta hai tum yeh sab karke, kisi bhi ladke ko attract kar logi????”

"kisi bhi ladke ko nahi. aapko." yeah babe, tell him.

UGH SID MAAROONGI TUMHE, STOP SHAMING HER LIKE THIS. YOU TOH HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL ANYYYYYYYY ONE OUT ON CASUAL SEX.

btw, itni gandiiiiii acting kar raha hai tu bhai. try and hide your eyes that are screaming out their apologies.

YES ISHANI OWN IT. SPEAK YOUR TRUTH, SISTER. I LOVE YOU THE MOST. DON'T LISTEN TO THIS DUMBASS BOY.

padhaai likhaai ka woh achchaaaaaa hi use kar rahi hai, don't you worry, bro. aur ~~izzat ka kya achaar daalegi? uski marzi woh jo kare. tere ko kya????

also rich of you to talk about her being padhi-likhi ladki and all, WHEN YOU BELIEVE IN SUPERSTITIONS LIKE YOU CAN INFLUENCE THE FATE AND LIFE AND DEATH OF A PERSON BY JUST ASSOCIATING WITH THEM???? BLOODY ANDHAVISHWAASI DOCTOR.

ofc. ragey destruction of room has commenced.

mann mein sorry ishani!!!! sorry ishani!!!!!!!!!!! sorry ishani!!!! ka jaap. oufff kya karoon main tumhaaraaaaaa siddhu???? why are you suchhhhh a dheeeeent?

sid regretting letting go of such a golden opportunity to smash.

AW YISSSSSSSS RAHIL'S HERE.

ok ishani pe gussa, phir bhi jaise taise seh liya. PAR RAHIL PE CHADHNA FOR NO REASON?!?!?!? I SHALL NOT ABIDE. RAHIL IS THE SINGLE BEST PERSON ON THIS SHOW AND I WILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO DISRESPECTS HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmao rahil is another dheent. sid ka paala saare hi in jaiso se pada hai.

ALL MALE FRIENDS SHOULD BE LIKE RAHIL, INVESTED IN THEIR BRO'S EMOTIONAL HEALTH. WE STAN.

i am so fucking glad ishani didn't internalize sid's bullshit and take it seriously. she’s self assured in her feelings for him and isn’t ashamed of what she did out of love. good. love it. goals.

OMFG RAHIL IS READY TO THROW DOWN WITH SID AND HEAL HIS EMOTIONAL TRAUMA, SO HELP HIM GOD.

sid: 😥😟😓

rahil: (ง'̀-‘́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง COME HERE, LET ME BEAT THE SAD OUT OF YOU (ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง

siddhant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T CARE THAT I LOVE YOU, I WILL KILL YOU! HOW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE YOU DO THAT TO RAHIL!!!!!

omg dhakka diya, rahil ko halkiiiiiiii si lagi, and sid instantly went into overprotective mama hen mode. OH HO SIDDHU, WHY WON'T YOU LEMME HATE YOU FOR MORE THAN 30 SECONDS?!?!!?!?!?

“dekh. dekh apne aap ko dr. siddhant mathur. kya haal bana rakha hai. aisa haal toh mohabbat mein hota hai na?“

oh shit, that dhakka shook loose rahil's savagery. he's going for the jugular. ek look aur line se chitthide kar diye.

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD SIDDHANT. THAT'S NOT HOW HEALTHY HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS WORK. IF YOU GO AROUND GIVING 110% OF YOURSELF TO EVERY SINGLE RELATIONSHIP IN YOUR LIFE, THEN PEOPLE ARE GONNA RECIPROCATE. TOUGH TITTIES, SID. DON'T BE SO FUCKING LOVABLE IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE LOVED. IDIOT.

omg awwwwwwwwwwwww, aman and neil are nervously waiting for ishani outside the ladies' restroom. to the point where aman wants to go barging in there to check on her and neil has to physically restrain him.

"ishani.... tum theek toh ho na?"

"yeh plan kaam nahi kiya??"

lol they’re surprised that anyone could resist that sari. (tbh so am i.)

instantly have new plan ready though. GOD I LOVE THESE BOYS, THEY ARE SO WHOLESOME.

"main sure nahi hoon yaar. mujhe lagta hai iss sab se break lena chahiye."

boys are dejected. unko shaadi ka khaana dikh gaya tha already. pinterest board bhi bana liya tha matching sherwanis ka.

"nahi ishani, tum please uspe give up mat karna."

ET TU, RAHIL??????? LMAO POOR SID IS BEING GANGED UP ONNNNNN.

rahil the titla has given ishani new wind beneath her wings!!!!!!!!

too cute. i love them.

HI MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she is honestly SO SOFT, and seeing her makes my bp go down 10 points and feel relaxedddddd.

oh my heart.

siddhu mile ya na mile, she should def snap up his mom. get herself adopted and be the new fav. child in this house. let him deal with it.

why this random S1 sanjivani music?

medical camp????? she's also in the health field? a nurse or something?????? WHO COULD HAVE WORKED AT SANJIVANI???????????????

mom knows siddhu has fucked up and is inviting bahu in. enter with right foot, ishani!!!!!!

knew it that juhi would come to shashank and be like nurse philo told me........................ about jessica. blah, fwding.

oh ho, nisha m case, 2005 -2006. yehi hai woh raaaaaaaz.

who sent juhi the file though? why would a 14 year old case file be making its way to her randomly? surely someone sent it to her.

yup. shashank's covering up for some medical siyappa that juhi did and is unaware of herself.

could nisha m be vardhan's sister????????? bet you it is.

all that sari wearing and seductive dancing has given ishani a voracioussssssssss appetite. pata nahi halwa hai ki kya hai, but jammmmmmmmmmmm ke daba rahi hai behen.

"pareshani ka ho gaya bon appetite. THOOS rahi hai." lmaooooo i loveeeee guddu mama.

mom knows ki bete ne kuch bada hi kaand kiya hua hai.

guddu mama is so unabashedly #teamPareshani that it's amazing. siddhu, you've managed to lose every single person on your side to her.

lol aayi toh thi siddhu ki shikaayat karne, but ho nahi raha. kaise bole uski mom se ki i wore tiny sexy sari for your son and ground up on him and he put his hands all over my kamar and almost kissed me but then suddenly started acting like a judgemental bitch????

maaaaaaaaaaaan she's sooooooooooo soft. she's a human cloudddddd!!!! HER VOICE IS JUST SOOOOOO SOOTHING. SHE SHOULD DO ASMR PODCASTS.

even mom is like give up mat karo (on my dumbass son.)

guddu mama is all up in his feelz about ishani being sad. a true empath.

like all desi moms, mom also believes god has all the answers. i don't have a lot of faith in god, but THEIR faith in something bigger gives me strength and reassurance.

ishani also has anika like fear of the dark. not as acute, but she def got a lil nervous.

"andhere gufa mein, roshni ki ek kiran bhi maayne rakhti hai. agar mann mein zara sa bhi ujaala ho, chota hi sahi, toh usse bujhao mat. usse aur roshni karo! "

how fitting, siddhu's mom's name is roshni!

ishani says roshni aunty's wisdom reminds her of dr. shashank, which made mom kinda anxious. WOOP. KUCH TOH CONNECTION HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.

siddhu seems to be quite the reader of medical stuff. likes this book called "staying alive" so much, he has two copies of it!

guddu mama is back to spill tea on siddhu's dil ka haaaaal.

"kal raat ko woh neend mein tumhe sorry sorry bol raha tha."

OH SIDDHU. YOU STUPID ADORABLE CHILD.

ishani's mann ka gufa is all jagmag with roshni now.

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sid continuing with the angsty property destruction on finding ishani in his house. god, men are so fucking stupid.

#sanjivani #sj lbs #episode liveblogs

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kashmir-berlin-kashmir-blog · 5 years

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05.05.2019. Azadi

I met H again. I cannot tell you how much I fall in love with her each time. I was interviewing her. We were in her car and she would consantly cut me off to point out where all she could have made out if she evr had a boyfriend. We couldn't finish our interview because we ran out of time. So while she drove, I asked her the big question "What does Azadi mean to you?"

And of course Heeba unsurfaced a story I would never have seen coming.

"You know one day, I came back from school...I think I was in 11th standard and I told Ammi that I had donated blood in school that day. Without a thought she immediately asked me "Tumne permission kyun nahi li" (you didn’t take permission). Can you imagine that Nidhi? Can you imagine that? I screamed at her saying "Meri khoon hai ye Ammi...meri khoon hai ye. Apni khoon, apni marzi. Yahan mujhe khoon dene ki azadi bhi nahi hai?" (It is my blood Ammi....this blood is mine. My blood, my will! Don’t I even have the azadi to give my own blood here?)

I couldn't stop laughing. "That would make an excellent street slogan - "Azadi, azadi, hum kya chahte hai? Khoon dene ki azadi!". (Azadi, azadi, what do we want? The azadi to give our blood)

Just as we laughed a man with an Azadi sticker passed by us, staring at us and we both burst out laughing. This may seem like a meaningless, frivlous story but it is in these fleeting moments of banal snipets that an unspoken desire for life and love unsurfaces.

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I was interviewing M. We were sitting ina cafe, Rihanna was playing in the background and M drank her cold coffee while I ate my paneer shawarma. I was excited at the thought of veg shawarma because I’ve hardly ever seen one. I asked M “Do you feel like you’re an azad woman?”

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I feel like an azad woman when I am not ask for anything. When I have no demands, I’m mast (chill), I’m azad. But the moment I demand something from my own people, from India, from anyone then I am no longer azad”.

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Yesterday I was frustrated. The quiet is now getting to me and I’m craving noise and freedom and strange silly things. I was home all day and I decided to get some air. I took a shower, did my laundry and decided to buy a pack of cigerettes and walk down to the bund (river bank). The sun was setting and the river would be beautiful. Despite not wanting to be alone, I thought I would find some solace with the fresh air and some setting sun.

I got my pack and walked along the bund. A white car kept following me slowly. Some lech of a guy. I was so frustrated. In my head I said “Please not today. Just not today. Leave me fucking alone”. But of course he didn’t. I started walking by the bund, looking for a place to sit. Every single bench was occupied by a man. On one two men sat talking and smoking, on another a man was lying down and smoking, sun bathing. On another one sat an old man, checking his phone. “Where the fuck is a space for a woman here?”, I thought. Finally I found a spot and sat down. The white car came and stopped behind me. I turned around, unable to control myself, I asked him “What do you want”

“What? Nothing, I’m just waiting for a friend”, he said.

“Yes, I can see how you are. Please move”, I said.

“Why should I? Why you so angry girl? Don’t worry, be happy baby”, he said.

I turned around and dropped my cigerette and watched it burn itself to death.

“No fucking Azadi. God knows what you men are asking for?”, I thought a mean thought. (Very mean)

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“How would you translate azadi?”, I asked her.

“I think azadi started with meaning: freedom from india, over time it started to mean independence from it all, from Indian and Pakistan, there was too much violence from both sides. Now, we don’t want anything, stop all of it, we just want peace. For me atleast im so tired that azadi would jsut mean peace.

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