Reblog If You Are Desi

You might feel insecure about yourself and doubt your abilities but just know that there is one person who is soulfully rooting for you. Don't doubt yourself, you are special and important for someone. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being heard.

just look how rare and beautiful you are !!

Soft drizzles outside, cup of coffee on the side, wearing cozy clothes, reading a book, notes scattered all over, soft songs playing in the background,being delusion, and there's some sort of peace in the room....probably this is what it means to live in the present.

This remembers me of him....

You know what sucks? Not only do I constantly want to see you and hug you and talk to you, I constantly want to talk about you to whoever will listen. I want to talk about how I miss you and want to see you. I want to ask people how you’re doing and what you’re up to. It sucks and I hate it.

I seriously think boys need a apprecation post. So here it goes

Boys in general are really pretty and adorable.

Boys with slightly long and wavy hair. Boys who loves reading. Boys who loves talking about their interests. Boys who go head over heels for their significant other. Boy who have dimples. Boys who compliments. Boys who sing. Boys who like kids and nice to them. Boys who don't mock or tease on sensitive topics. Boys with brown eyes (those eyes glow under the sun). Boys who knows to control their anger. Boys who lets you know if they are busy (not to make you worried). Boys who like boybands. Boys who play instruments. Boys who don't degrade someone for doing something different. Boys who respects women.

Just ✨boys✨.

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.

Getting two likes when you share a piece of your writing while that shit post you made at 3am gets 200 notes really is a different kind of pain. We need to reblog each others writing more. Much much more.

Chaotic academia

On the topic of my best friend… my little sister told me that she thinks I’ll marry him one day, and even though I don’t think we’re in love even though we love each other, that we will one day.

I asked her why she thought that, because if a kid can say with such confidence you’re going to marry your best friend, you want to know what they’ve noticed. She listed off a bunch of reasons, like how we always spend time together, we’re comfortable together, we both are artists, we make each other happy and we feel safe when we’re around each other and how we both show up for the important things in each other’s lives.

And I get that maybe those all sound like healthy friendship things, and they are. But she isn’t the first person in my life to point out that my best friend and I are great together. We have strangers ask us how long we’ve been together, we had someone comment on how beautiful it was that we were on our art journey together and assumed we lived together, we’ve had co-workers ask about how we met and how long we’ve been together. I had a coworker tell me that she lived out dynamic and could see the way we supported each other, responded to each other and communicated without words, basically, the way we understood each other so perfectly. We have a friend from highschool who tells me constantly that she thinks we should be together by now, and asks me every time I see her if I’m dating him yet, to which I just laugh and shrug “we’re best friends”. My mum told me that he has more commitment and dedication than a friend, and doesn’t understand why we haven’t ever gone after more. She also commented to grandmother once that my best friend, was in fact, “grandson in law material”. My uncle told me over a coffee that he doubted he wanted to just be friends, that he was probably already in love with me.

And between the hugs that linger a little too long and are just a little too tight, and the walking so close that our arms are brushing but we’d never hold hands, and the comfortable silence yet knowing that no matter how long we talk for, we’d never run out of things to say, and the the casual “love you” at the end of every phone call, that maybe we accidentally became perfect lovers. And I thought maybe it was just me that had the temptation to pursue it, because adults have too much life experience and bias so how could I trust them when they say “I think he likes you more than a friend”. But my sister said it, and she’s not even 10 yet, and kids don’t lie about that, they don’t see love in places it isn’t.

So I guess I laughed a little, at her bold assumption, but really, it’s just the straw that broke the camels back and made me see, it’s always been him.

Examz + Coffee ☕️