Wears Chicken embroidery Kurtas with pants to give the perfect combination of modern and traditional
Long, long haired women who always wear a braid to keep it out of their way
Glasses. Simple glasses. Removing them makes you look like a different person. Fuck contact lenses, you say
Have read The Mahabharata, The Bhagvad Gita, The Ramayana multiple times and analysed it to the point you know it better than your grandmother.
The stories of Akbar Birbal are a vivid part of your childhood
STEM students with an intense knowledge of history
Historical monuments splayed in ALL cities with their own history and stories
Havelis with squatters living in them
Villages.
Being Bilingual since birth, sometimes even knowing three languages before you enter primary school.
Your mother sitting you down, oiling your hair on Saturdays and braiding it for you
Your mother's gold bangles, which she got from her mother and will eventually be yours.
Mehndi. Weddings and Festivals which leave but intricate Mehndi designs that linger on women's hands for a while. Or your mother putting Mehndi in her hair because fuck chemical colors.
Haldi. Haldi is everything.
Your family cures and recipes.
KADAAS. Bitter Kaadas with herbs and spices that your maa, amma/daadi or nani forces you to drink because they're good for your health
Chai is the first thing in the morning. Or the last one at night. The calm that washes over you when you're in the midst of a late night study session as you make yourself a cup of chai in the middle of the night. Quietly, because everyone else is asleep.
Wars end when wars do
Wars end when death settles
The graveyard was ready to receive me
I had so much to do still
I do not think I want to be here anymore
Here, I have found
Here is relative
Here in this life I feel small
To not want to be here is to acknowledge
There are things holding you back
There are things you do not want knowing your name
The battle cry was futile
No one wants to wait
To experience the glory of all that bloodied violence
I am here
Living past things I was sure would kill me
Here
I am here.
I have so much life left to live still
- A.G.
(you can also read the poem from bottom to the top)
And how do we forget all this glory around us?
Red is angry and loud,
Red is a rebel teenager
Who wears eyeliner
On the wrong lid
And has too many piercings.
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Love Birds (but like the Love is real and pure)
from one writer to another ive got to say congratulations you DEFINITELY have it my friend! got damn
Thank you for taking the time to read. I am still learning a lot about writing styles and even words themselves but I am glad to see how my writing develops and grows. I am so thankful for that vote of confidence, hope you keep reading! Xx
-A
Please don't let the government or anyone erase any more of history. It is on you. You have a responsibility.
EDUCATE YOURSELF.
Be neutral for long enough to realise that perhaps you are in the wrong.
Form educated opinions which are backed up by facts.
Try reliable sources and if reliable sources fail you, try to gain perspective from different ones.
If you don't know enough to have an opinion, SAY SO. Don't just sprout some bullshit to sound intelligent, you don't. You sound ignorant and hateful. When did it become wrong to just admit that you don't have enough information to form a well educated opinion?
When in doubt, always take the stance which doesn't undermine a person's life or belief or belittle them or discriminate against them.
sometimes i still think about not being here, see all the futures in which i have ceased to exist. then my brain goes into survival mode and tries to find me all the things i will definitely miss, things i will not be able to do if i am not here. and i find it really dumb. all the things i will not be able to do if i am not here? bitch try everything! if you are not here, you have ceased to exist, as in, the real world no longer contains you as a person who is real and living and breathing. you're just burnt ash or like on your way to become fossil fuel for the generations to come. but does that faze you, not being here at all? sometimes the answer is no. but then i find myself overtired, fresh out of a long shower standing in front of the mirror in my fluffy bathrobe midst a daydream, dancing shittily to silence while brushing my teeth thinking of not being here and then losing that train of thought to all of the ridiculous things i could do if whatever i am doing does not work out and i am kind of content.