Aeneas Taken By The Sibyl To The Underworld (Detail), 17th Century. By Jacob Isaacsz. Van Swanenburg

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

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?

The Continuum of Beauty - Daniel Gerhartz

non Eurocentric cottagecore moodboard [3/? ] for:@ya-boi-leto

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✨ANCIENT INDIA AESTHETIC MOODBOARD✨

For @suvarnarekha

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― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

This ACKNOWLEDGEMENT!!!! Absolutely!

I mean Veer Pratap Singh, even before his patient suffering in imprisonment, set the standards for true love and respect in a relationship for me.

No hate towards Kjo's writing, but Kal ho na Ho's boi doesn't come as close.

Also agree on the other two. Haven't watched DDLJ, can't comment.

Say what you will about Yash Chopra and Aditya Chopra movies but they know how to write SRK characters in a way that is so gentle and loving that I’ve never seen before in my life and nobody else can do it like them GOD DAYUM

Let's bring back putting flowers in your beloved's hair

//What happens when fire makes love to the earth?//

saanjh ab bhayi nahi aaye / tum bin mora jiya ghabaraye.