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Have you watched any dramas on that altbalaji website? I’m like thinking about watching but don’t want to cause ekta lmaooo

lmaooooo that’s a good reason! and neither have i. a lot of the indian webseries seem so contrived id rather sit down and just watch a regular serial on tv!!!!! at least they own their bad writing and don’t pretend to be more!!

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Sarika vouches for Mrinal Sen and his 1977 film Mrigayaa in Griha Pravesh (1979)!

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This Transient Life 1970 Akio Jissoji

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Any desi shows worth watching rn? And hope you’re doing well :)

hey thank you!!! im doing well!

:( im sure there are, but nothing is clicking with me lately. nowadays i only follow, with some caution, the KZK reboot lol. oh, but if you are interested in #iconic older shows, the production company for swabhimaan uploaded most of the series on youtube finally!  i binge watched to episode 66 over thanksgiving break :D

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John MacLean and former LCD Soundsystem member Nancy Whang, also known as The Juan MacLean, have recently shared a brand new track. “A Simple Design” will be part of their new album, “In A Dream”, which will be released on September 16 via DFA Records. 

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Nandini Dhar -- Nirma Memory

Long before we became twins and sisters, we were dolls: carved in our mother’s noonday dreams.

Uncle says, we were both heavy. Like welding machines, the last hour of silence before dawn.

Mother smashes a medicine-bottle against the wall because grandfather has called her a goddess. The liquid red, like fresh blood on the kitchen floor.

Any other woman in her place would have brought the house down with her shrieks. Would have shouted, I am not your fucking goddess. But Mother believes in silence, in the language of fingers.

Our older cousin on her hands and knees sopping the liquid up on a white rag. She’d refuse to wash the scarlet away.

When the adult-badgering became unbearable, dear cousin tied knots after knots on the scraps, and hid it in between her old textbooks.

This piece of torn cloth, with stains of fractured red, was her gift to us: for our first birthday.

A souvenir of our mother’s incomplete rage.

A lump of silt in between Mother’s fingers: a row of finger-sized women along the wooden cabinet. Half-squatting, their saris hitched up, needles in between their thighs.

Mother kept her hands tied to the bed when she slept. A ceramic replica of an aborted fetus enshrouded our welcome:

first, yours.

Then – mine.

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incredible, amazing, ethereal 

@spring2000

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say something ruia-y for old times sake pls i want to thrill to yr scorn like days gone by. fill my sieve heart with your cupped hands until it runs over with joy

i missed your dramatic messages :’)

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Did you hear ekta is making kasauti again 😂

YES! and ma’am i did just binge watch it like the mess i am on sunday

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Come back

im here for you!

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hi

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Rest in Peace Sridevi 🙏🏽🌹