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My fav desi sapphic series/short films <3

Available on YouTube:

The Other Love Story (2016)

Maaya 2 (2018)

Catch The Light (2021)

Dear Avni (2023)

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Krishna's lore goes so crazy cuz' what do you mean you danced on the head of a monstrous muti-headed snake, rebelled against religious practices of the king of gods and ruler of the heavens and uplifted a whole mountain to provide refuge when the said king attacked, defeated demons left and right and then went on to kill a tyrant, who was your uncle that imprisoned your birth parents and now you find out you and your brother are princes of a divine dynasty and you're only like 11-12 years old?!? CRAZY.

And he is also the most perfect, prettiest pretty boy ever in the whole creation, genderfluid pan icon, femboy, and lord of the universe- DAMN.

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अयि गिरि नन्दिनी नन्दितमेदिनि विश्वविनोदिनि नन्दिनुते

गिरिवर विन्ध्यशिरोधिनिवासिनी विष्णुविलासिनि जिष्णुनुते ।

भगवति हे शितिकण्ठकुटुम्बिनि भूरिकुटुम्बिनि भूरिकृते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥१॥

सुरवर वर्षिणि दुर्धर धर्षिणि दुर्मुख मर्षिणि हर्षरते

त्रिभुवनपोषिणि शङ्करतोषिणि किल्बिष मोषिणि घोषरते।

दनुजनिरोषिणि दितिसुतरोषिणि दुर्मदशोषिणि सिन्धुसुते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥२॥

अयि जगदम्ब मदम्ब कदम्ब वनप्रिय वासिनि हासरते

शिखरि शिरोमणि तुङ्गहिमालय शृङ्गनिजालय मध्यगते।

मधुमधुरे मधुकैटभ गञ्जिनि कैटभ भञ्जिनि रासरते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥३॥

अयि शतखण्ड विखण्डित रुण्ड वितुण्डित शुंड गजाधिपते

रिपुगजगण्ड विदारणचण्ड पराक्रमशुण्ड मृगाधिपते।

निजभुजदण्ड निपातितखण्ड विपातितमुण्ड भटाधिपते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥४॥

अयि रणदुर्मद शत्रुवधोदित दुर्धरनिर्जर शक्तिभृते

चतुरविचार धुरीणमहाशिव दूतकृत प्रमथाधिपते।

दुरितदुरीह दुराशयदुर्मति दानवदूत कृतान्तमते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥५॥

अयि शरणागत वैरिवधुवर वीरवराभय दायकरे

त्रिभुवनमस्तक शुलविरोधि शिरोऽधिकृतामल शुलकरे।

दुमिदुमितामर धुन्दुभिनाद महोमुखरीकृत दिङ्मकरे

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥६॥

अयि निजहुङ्कृति मात्रनिराकृत धूम्रविलोचन धूम्रशते

समरविशोषित शोणितबीज समुद्भव शोणित बीजलते।

शिवशिवशुम्भ निशुम्भमहाहव तर्पितभूत पिशाचरते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥७॥

धनुरनुषङ्ग रणक्षणसङ्ग परिस्फुरदङ्ग नटत्कटके

कनकपिशङ्ग पृषत्कनिषङ्ग रसद्भटशृङ्ग हतावटुके।

कृतचतुरङ्ग बलक्षितिरङ्ग घटद्बहुरङ्ग रटद्बटुके

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥८॥

सुरललना ततथेयि तथेयि कृताभिनयोदर नृत्यरते

कृत कुकुथः कुकुथो गडदादिकताल कुतूहल गानरते।

धुधुकुट धुक्कुट धिंधिम��त ध्वनि धीर मृदंग निनादरते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते॥९॥

जय जय जप्य जयेजयशब्द परस्तुति तत्परविश्वनुते

झणझणझिञ्झिमि झिङ्कृत नूपुर शिञ्जितमोहित भूतपते।

नटित नटार्ध नटी नट नायक नाटितनाट्य सुगानरते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥१०॥

अयि सुमनःसुमनःसुमनः सुमनःसुमनोहरकान्तियुते

श्रितरजनी रजनीरजनी रजनीरजनी करवक्त्रवृते।

सुनयनविभ्रमर भ्रमरभ्रमर भ्रमरभ्रमर भ्रमराधिपते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥११॥

सहितमहाहव मल्लमतल्लिक मल्लितरल्लक मल्लरते

विरचितवल्लिक पल्लिकमल्लिक झिल्लिकभिल्लिक वर्गवृते।

शितकृतफुल्ल समुल्लसितारुण तल्लजपल्लव सल्ललिते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥१२॥

अविरलगण्ड गलन्मदमेदुर मत्तमतङ्ग जराजपते

त्रिभुवनभुषण भूतकलानिधि रूपपयोनिधि राजसुते।

अयि सुदतीजन लालसमानस मोहन मन्मथराजसुते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १३॥

कमलदलामल कोमलकान्ति कलाकलितामल भाललते

सकलविलास कलानिलयक्रम केलिचलत्कल हंसकुले।

अलिकुलसङ्कुल कुवलयमण्डल मौलिमिलद्बकुलालिकुले

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १४॥

करमुरलीरव वीजितकूजित लज्जितकोकिल मञ्जुमते

मिलितपुलिन्द मनोहरगुञ्जित रञ्जितशैल निकुञ्जगते।

निजगुणभूत महाशबरीगण सद्गुणसम्भृत केलितले

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १५॥

कटितटपीत दुकूलविचित्र मयुखतिरस्कृत चन्द्ररुचे

प्रणतसुरासुर मौलिमणिस्फुर दंशुलसन्नख चन्द्ररुचे।

जितकनकाचल मौलिमदोर्जित निर्भरकुञ्जर कुम्भकुचे

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १६॥

विजितसहस्रकरैक सहस्रकरैक सहस्रकरैकनुते

कृतसुरतारक सङ्गरतारक सङ्गरतारक सूनुसुते।

सुरथसमाधि समानसमाधि समाधिसमाधि सुजातरते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १७॥

पदकमलं करुणानिलये वरिवस्यति योऽनुदिनं सुशिवे

अयि कमले कमलानिलये कमलानिलयः स कथं न भवेत्।

तव पदमेव परम्पदमित्यनुशीलयतो मम किं न शिवे

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १८॥

कनकलसत्कल सिन्धुजलैरनु षिञ्चति ते गुण रङ्गभुवम्

भजति स किं न शचीकुचकुम्भ तटीपरिरम्भ सुखानुभवम्।

तव चरणं शरणं करवाणि नतामरवाणि निवासि शिवम्

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १९॥

तव विमलेन्दुकुलं वदनेन्दुमलं सकलं ननु कूलयते

किमु पुरुहूतपुरीन्दुमुखी सुमुखीभिरसौ विमुखीक्रियते।

मम तु मतं शिवनामधने भवती कृपया किमुत क्रियते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ २०॥

अयि मयि दीन दयालुतया कृपयैव त्वया भवितव्यमुमे

अयि जगतो जननी कृपयासि यथासि तथानुमितासिरते।

यदुचितमत्र भवत्युररी कुरुतादुरुतापमपाकुरुते

जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ २१॥

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One entity that epitomizes the purest form of selfless love (as enshrined in the Narad Bhakti Sutra) is Srimati Radharani. Many scriptural anecdotes highlight Radharani's supreme devotion to Lord Krishna.

In the luxurious palace of Dwarka, Sri Krishna was often seen sitting alone, absorbed in the memories of Radha. Irritated with His constant absorption, Sri Krishna's ashtabharyas (eight queens) asked why He kept calling out to Radha.

Murlidhar Krishna looked in the distance. With an enigmatic smile he answered 'Radha is param premrupa. She is my beloved Gopi.'

His honest response caused more anger and jealousy. His queen-consort Rukmini countered, 'Don't we love and take care of you, Nath? Why have you reserved such a coveted place for Gopisand Radha in your heart?"

'Time will tell' The ever mysterious Sri Krishna replied.

The very next day, He complained of a severe headache. The royal physician was called, but he could neither diagnose nor suggest a cure. Sri Krishna's pain persisted, Courtiers, queens, and the people of Dwarka were deeply concerned.

Day after day, sages and Vaidyas came with different remedies, but nothing could ease Sri Krishna's headache. Around this time, Devarishi Narada happened to pass by Dwarka. Sri Krishna confided to him that the only cure was smearing Krishna's head with dust from the feet of a devotee.

When Devarishi Narada informed everyone, they gasped. Sri Krishna's queens- Rukmini, Satyabhama, lambavati, Mitravinda, Bhadra, Lakshmana and the rest- looked in disbelief.

'We, place the dust of our feet on His head? Unthinkable, Devarishi. There cannot be a bigger sin than that. It is like putting our feet on our beloved Lord's head.' One by one, they refused.

Narada Muni got a similar response when he approached the people of Dwarka. They, too, could not bear the idea of placing the dust of their feet on their beloved

Krishna's head. Now, only one place left to go - Vrindavan

Devarisha Narada reached Vrindavan and met Radharani. She bowed down and enquired about Krishna's well-being.

On hearing about his persistent headache, she turned pale. Tears rose in her lotus-shaped eyes. Devarishi Narada could see her living Sri Krishna's pain there and then.

'There must be some remedy, Munivar.' She pleaded.

'There is. The only cure is to smear his head with the dust from his devotee's feet, 'said Devarishi Narada.

'Is that it?' Without wasting a moment, she bent down and scraped the ground around her feet. Clutching the mud and dust in her hands, she said, 'Here, Munivar. Please take this and go to Dwarka immediately. My Krishna suffers.'

'Devi, are you sure to send it? Dust from your feet for Lord Supreme? What if you have to go to Hell for this action?' Narada Muni warned

Radha Rani smiled. 'I care not for hell, Devarishi. I can bear anything but my dear Krishna's pain.'

Narada Muni carried the dust to Dwarka. As soon as it was smeared on Sri Krishna's forehead, His pain dissapeared. Such was Radharani's Vishuddh Prem (genuine and pure) which only knew how to 'give'.

The name Radha is derived from the Sanskrit word Aradhana, which means devotional worship. Gopis and Radharani (param Gopi) carried Krishna in their senses and life-breaths while performing their chores in the external world. With such surrender and devotion, they became one with Him.

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Public Transport

The train sped by the small towns with green trees spotted with dew. I yawned, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. "Sleepy?" she asked, sliding down beside me.

I smiled and nodded, blinking away the tears. I let my eyes rake over her, taking in her uniform -- a black blazer with a white set of trousers and a shirt like all ticket conductors in trains. But her's is... something else. Her hair was tied into a neat braid, a rose nestled in the beginning of her braid.

She smiled, making my cheeks hot. Pointing to my suitcase stowed below the seats, she asked questioningly, "Short trip this time?"

I nodded, tearing my eyes away from her. Her tablet sat between us, a barrier but also a preventive control for my reddening cheeks. "What about you?" I asked, before realising what I just said.

Humouring me she shook her head, "No, not this time, I get off at the last stop." she pouted, making my heart skip a beat.

I laughed, "Sorry, don't know what's up with me today." I said, motioning to the tablet. She nodded and I stowed it away under my bag on the table, butterflies jumping around in my stomach.

"Where'd you go this time?" she asked, leaning back. Placing her head on the headboard, she turned towards me expectantly. Gulping, I take a swig from my water bottle. "Oh, big story this time, huh?" she chuckled, turning back and closing her eyes.

"No, not really," I said, placing the bottle back in its place. "Just the usual work visit."

"Hmm, tell me about it. I'm always travelling for work," she said, opening her eyes and looking at me. Chuckling, I lean back too, tired from my early morning rush to catch the train.

"Don't mind, but I'm going to catch a small nap," she said, smiling apologetically at me. I shake my head, offering my blanket. She refused softly, uncrossing her arms to give it back. "No, keep it. I don't want you to become cold."

How could I when she was sweet towards me, letting me wait for her every time I rode this train, not knowing when I would see her next? Maybe it was the melancholic weather or my sleep-deprived state, but I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

She sat up straight, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?" she asked, placing her hand warmly on my shoulder. It made me choke up even more, that warmth that I met erratically. "Please, tell me, come on." she pleaded, scooching closer.

She looked down at her watch and out the window, guessing when she would have to make rounds of the compartment again. Sighing exasperatedly, she tapped her foot against the ground, trying to think of a solution.

"Look here," she said, turning my face towards her. "I don't want to leave you like this, so please," she said, her eyes analyzing my face. Despite my sadness, my cheeks still went red from her gaze.

Wiping my eyes, I wave my hand at her. "No, it's nothing, don't worry about it," I said, motioning for her to get ready for her rounds. I turned to get her tablet when she tapped my shoulder.

"I'm telling you, it's fine--" I broke off as her lips met mine, soft and tasting of some familiar soft drink. When she pulled back, I looked at her with wide eyes, but only for a second before I pulled her back, revelling in her warmth.

The chatter of the waiting crowd at the station sounded through the open window and I let her go, breathless and starry-eyed. She glanced outside before turning back to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"The train doesn't stop here," she said, opening the top button of her shirt. "And the next station is a long way off," she hinted as her hand toyed with the hem of my kurta, teasingly slipping under.

I smirked and reached over her to shut the door of my cabin. "Well, thank god I got first coach, hm?" I said, pulling her down just as the train rolled out of the station.

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these #desi wlw posts are high in protein.

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My body is but a #gopiblr temple.

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Occasional drop in every time I see you. In my notes after a century

Aapki mummy aati jaati rehti hain bhoot ki tarah 👻

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400 paar (GST kaat ke)

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🎶ily mommy, my sweet sweet mommy🎶

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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~ What Heeramandi Could Have Been ~

I loved the aesthetics ngl but ig I don't even need to get started on the plotline. By the end it was a rushed chaos of jealousy turned patriotism with the tawaifs going for each other's throats but suddenly coming together and cornering the Britishers. SLB thought he has a series in his hands now so he can mix everything together but what ended up was kinda a mess. I feel like they could've made two seasons instead, focusing s1 on the feud between Mallikajaan and Fareedan with its finale episode of Fareedan realizing what extent she had pushed Mallikajaan over and the grave sin she had made her suffer (the assault by Cartwright and the british police) and then S2 for the nationalist awakening and unity of Heeramandi

Here are some plot changes/additions they could've had according to me:

• Lajjo: Honestly I feel her character was wasted when it was so intriguing. Heeramandi especially Shahi Mahal revolved around matriarchy and how women were not tied down by men but Lajjo's character was an exception where she was controlled by her one sided love for Zorawar. She suffered from erotomania delusional disorder and used alchohol to cope. I found myself calling her female Devdas and felt bad that she didn't have much role in the plot, killing her off too soon without showing much depths and repercussions adding to the story. How her decisions and addiction spiralled her down to her own doom but with a last salute

They could've maybe shown Lajjo being reckless and impulsive without Zorawar so rushing to the frontline during the nationalist movement to sacrifice herself first out of everyone because she had no other hope to look forward for in her life anyway

"Zorawar ne kabhi saath nahi diya iss tawaif ka but iss mitti ne toh hamesha diya"

A queen of darkness and heartbreak in her own right

• Alamzeb & Tajdar: They could've been soo much better. Alam had understood that Tajdar's duties were towards his country as well. She could've teamed up with him in his missions, being a strength not an obstacle in his responsibilities. Alam, Taj and Bibbo working together in the rebellion

And Tajdar didn't deserve to be beaten to death like a dog by the britishers in jail after being sent there by his own father, but an honourable one after accomplishing a mission and being remembered like Shaheed Bhagat Singh

"Inquilaab aur ishq mein koi farq nahi hain"

A pair of patriotic tragic lovers in their own right

• Qudsia: She could've had such a major role to play in the entire series. Being married into the influential nawab lineage of Baloch and being a woman of her own mind, she could've proved to have substantial value too. By her interactions with Mallikajaan, it was evident that they had known each other since long and shared some history, probably going back to the time Mallikajaan had dethroned Rehaana and began her climb on the ladder of power in Heeramandi. They could've shown flashbacks of young Qudsia and Mallikajaan meeting for the first time as well, both women from different backgrounds respecting each other since then and Qudsia reminiscing how things take a full circle now that her own grandson was in love with her friend's daughter.

When the nawabs boycotted the tawaifs of Heeramandi in the end by the orders of the British, Qudsia could've used her son, who was full of guilt and remorse anyway after indirectly killing his own son so would've finally given up and given in, to get his connections and influence to get hold on the other nawabs and then she could've given their crucial information to Mallikajaan and the tawaif freedom fighters. She could've done this to avenge her grandson, as a tribute to his bravery for their country. She could've raised Alamzeb and Tajdar's baby together with Alamzeb in the end

A queen of grief and sacrifice for the country and her grandson in her own right

• Ustaadji: He was such an impressionable character despite being in just a supporting role. The nath scene was especially pivotal where the actor playing Ustaadji reveals that during that part when Fareedan gifts him the nath, he started crying even after the scene was done and SLB was so moved by his performance that he gave him a special token. The nath is a symbol of dignity and Ustaadji being a queer character was touched by the gesture of recieving the nath especially during those times when hijras, eunuchs were prejudiced against by invaders and colonizers but not by tawaifs who knew what it was like to face disgrace in society. Ustaadji had also joked about doing a nath utrayi (official debut of a courtesan) of his own. He could've actually done that and the britishers and nawabs would've been bewildered. Ustaadji being a popular messenger and figure in the series also had had an intimate encounter with Cartwright so had the insider knowledge to breach in so in the end instead of telling Alamzeb to kill him, he could've himself delivered the final blow, as the Indian flag would've swayed in the background through the window of the mahal, asserting that his identity may have been queer but he was a part of this country too

A king of popularity and scheming in his own right

• Bibbojaan: Ik SLB has a knack for tragedy and ik tragedy was written all over Bibbojaan since she was introduced but. she. deserved. sm. more. simply because everyone needed her. And especially when hers was the role that contributed the most in the freedom struggle too. She was there for her mother, her sister, the other tawaifs, and finally her country. In the dazzling, venomous world of Heeramandi, she was a north star for everyone

After Hamid Sahab's death, she should've been the leader of the group, devising plans and executing them. And post independence during the chaos of partition, she could've been the one to unite the people of Heeramandi and Lahore, helping them all like she did

A queen of freedom and unity in her own right

• Mallikajaan: The main character of Heeramandi had so many nuances and shades within that it was so engaging to watch her. First of all it was confusing why she'd bridle her own daughter's happiness and passion but then lay her own honour on line to protect her. She knew the pain of being separated from the child when Imaad was taken away from her because of Rehaana so why did she do the same to Rehaana's daughter? Jealousy and revenge have their own ways I guess but by the end of it all Mallikajaan was in shreds and abruptly attempted on taking the side of patriotism to cleanse whatever evil deeds she had done all her life. Even after all this one could feel for her so her ending should've been better served as well

The tawaifs could've trapped the british army in Shahi Mahal after luring them in and then blown the place up. Mallikajaan would've no doubt not leave the Mahal even during the destruction, as a result sacrificing herself too but there's a deeper meaning here. The Shahi Mahal stands for power for which Mallikajaan fought, even killed and did what not, not even sparing her own people throughout the story. She did it to consume others but in the end was consumed by the all consuming power itself.

"Maine Shahi Mahal ke liye sabko tabaah kar diya. Ab yahi mera guroor hain, junoon hain, fitoor hain. Aur main bhi issi ke saath tabah hungi"

But the dignity that was stripped away from her by the british police is back in her eyes now as she stares at them all as she presses down the button of the bomb, whispering "Inquilab zindabaad"

This incident and Shahi Mahal instead would be known as "Mallikajaan's Majestic Massacre Mahal" and the biggest act of rebellion by tawaifs, sending chills down the britishers as she'd have power over them even after her death

A queen of power and twisted fate in her own right

• Waheeda: A fascinating character indeed, someone you'd have a love-hate relationship with. She was an isolated, intimidating tawaif who I can picture siding with the britishers and enemies to take down Mallikajaan, only for them all to realize she was using them for her gain

After Shahi Mahal blown up, she could've gone somewhere else in Heeramandi to establish her own mahal from scratch, finally becoming a huzoor

A queen of scars and quiet rage in her own right

• Shama: Fareedan could've given the keys of Khwabgah to her and made her that place's huzoor. She would've given a tough competition to her mother and fought for herself. Mallikajaan had once pointed out that only she had the deceit and tact rather than all her own daughters to be a true tawaif and yes she had the charm of a tawaif at such a young age so she could've manipulated the nawabs to boycott the britishers instead

A queen of a promising heroine of seduction in her own right

• Fareedan: When she realized what she had done to Mallikajaan, she could've been gradual about it because she was still close to Cartwright at that point. She could've used that advantage to extract more information and get close to other British officials, still pretending she's against Mallikajaan. That would've been a fatal attack planned with the tawaifs and freedom fighters after getting to know their weaknesses.

After the partition and realizing the futility of it all, she could've gone across the borders, already used to travelling the land when she was tricking and running away from husband to husband when she was a child, and could've built an orphanage so the children wouldn't go through what she went through as a child when she was sold off in Heeramandi

A queen of challenges rising above injustice in her own right

• Satto & Phatto: After Mallikajaan who they were loyal to, and after Fareedan, Alamzeb, everyone gone, they could've shifted out and opened a dhaba or something in Heeramandi, with Iqbal working for them now. The dhaba would've become famous and so would they and they'd look back on how every tawaif including them would dream of becoming the queens of Heeramandi and they were actually that now after so much of their trustworthy hard work that was unpaid before but is recognized now

The queens of loyalty and dreams in their own right

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Happy mother's day 💐 💐💐

I'm soo late but thank youu beta omg 🥺

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HAIIIIIII MUMMYYYY JIIIII!!!!!!!!!

KAISIIIII HOOO BETAAAAA!!!!!!!!??

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Look at the sleepy kitty

Awwwwww 😭💗✨️

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Meri ek friend hai, who was an atheist until December, now she's a Krishna bhakt. Abhi usne yeh kia. She thinks Krishna's is mad at her and will surely fail her in that exam. Par he won't do that na?

Ofc he won't, sakhi! He's the most considerate bestie ever trust me coz I had also taken up to wake up at 4am to worship him and do fasting during the special Vishnu month of Margazhi (December-January) but couldn't continue coz I caught cold. I was so sad but we literally still went to Dwarka justtt as Margazhi came to an end and I took it as a sign that Kanha had forgiven me and loved me always <3

Coz if he won't understand us in this world then who will?

Your friend can keep her promise after she has passed her economic exam as a thank you to him :) 🦚✨️