#Half saree for women

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The half saree, a quintessential attire in the Indian fashion landscape, has been gracefully adorning women across the country for generations. With its unique style and versatility, it has evolved over the years to cater to the changing fashion trends and preferences of women. In this blog, we delve into the various types of half sarees that every woman should know about.

1. Traditional Half Saree: The Epitome of Elegance The traditional half saree is a classic choice for women who appreciate the beauty of Indian culture. It features a skirt, blouse, and dupatta, often adorned with classic patterns, embroidery, and embellishments. This type of half saree is perfect for weddings and other formal occasions, making it a timeless piece in the realm of ethnic fashion. 2. Contemporary Half Saree: A Blend of Tradition and Trend For the modern woman, the contemporary half saree offers a blend of tradition and trend. These half sarees come in a variety of innovative designs and styles, featuring unconventional draping techniques, trendy colours, and contemporary motifs. They cater to the fashion-forward woman who loves to experiment with her style.

3. Lehenga Style Half Saree: A Festive Favourite

The lehenga half saree is inspired by the traditional lehenga choli. It consists of a skirt (lehenga), blouse, and dupatta. The skirt is usually heavily embellished with intricate work, making it a popular choice for festive occasions. This style is a testament to the grandeur and opulence of Indian craftsmanship.

4. Fusion Half Saree: A Melange of Styles

The fusion half saree is a blend of traditional and contemporary styles. It combines different fabrics, textures, and patterns to create a unique and eclectic look, suitable for various occasions. This style is for the woman who loves to make a statement with her sartorial choices.

5. Casual Half Saree: Comfort Meets Style

Designed for everyday wear, casual half sarees are comfortable and easy to drape. They typically feature lightweight fabrics, simple designs, and minimal embellishments, making them ideal for casual outings and gatherings. They are a testament to the fact that style and comfort can go hand in hand.

6. Designer Half Saree: A Touch of Luxury

Designer half sarees are crafted by renowned fashion designers and often feature intricate craftsmanship, luxurious fabrics, and exclusive designs. They are favored by those looking for a high-fashion statement piece for special events. These sarees are a reflection of the designer’s artistic vision and creativity.

7. Party Wear Half Saree: Glamour and Glitz

Party wear half sarees are embellished with sequins, beads, stones, and other decorative elements, adding glamour and elegance to the ensemble. They are perfect for festive occasions, parties, and celebrations. These sarees are all about making heads turn with their glitz and glamour.

From pattu half sarees to silk half sarees, from bridal half saree to wedding half saree, the world of half sarees is vast and varied. Depending on your personal style, occasion, and preferences, you can choose the one that best suits your needs. Whether you’re a girl looking for her first half saree or a woman seeking a new addition to her collection, there’s a half saree out there for you.

So, dive into the splendid world of half sarees and embrace the charm of this beautiful attire. Remember, every half saree tells a story, and it’s time to weave your own.

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Styling Ethnic Half Sarees for Casual and Semi-Casual Looks

In a world where fashion keeps evolving faster than you can say " half saree online shopping ," there's a trend that's rewriting the style playbook. It's time to bid adieu to the misconception that half sarees are only reserved for traditional ceremonies. The era of embracing these elegant ensembles on ordinary days is here, and it's turning heads like never before. So, whether you're a traditional half saree lehenga lover or curious about the captivating charm of South Indian style, we're about to unlock the secret to everyday glam with these versatile drapes.

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Ananya Panday's Saree Look is a Must-See

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H in Indian women fashion

Indian women’s fashion trends never have an end, because each day we see a new trend popping up. Thanks to social media for taking long trends across the length and breadth of the land. In today’s post we discuss the trends in H. Half saree Image source Amazon Also known as langa voni or pavada davani, the half saree is predominantly worked by the adolescent girls in South India. A garment…

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[welcometotheravenclawcommonroom]

(South) Indian Harry Potter Headcanons:

Harry knew he was Indian (mostly because the Dursley’s used to say racist shit to him) but he didn’t know where in India the potters were from until he went to Hogwarts. He finds out from the Patils, who were close with the potters because desis stick together.

The Patils are from the north and use Hindi to speak to each other. Neither of them knows Telugu/Tamil/Marathi/Malayalam/insert Southern language of choice here (I personally headcanon Telugu because it’s the only Indian language I speak and because there’s a huge diaspora of telugumandi in the west, but feel free to choose whatever you’d like). So Harry has to rediscover his heritage language on his own.

He also studies Sanskrit, and it opens up a HUGE world of spells that they don’t teach at Hogwarts (because of course Indian wizards don’t do spells in Latin). He and the Patils know a bunch of spells that nobody else does.

Harry’s pleat game is ON POINT. It makes sense, since he had to do all the chores at the Dursley’s and that includes perfectly folded and ironed laundry with the edges aligned neatly, or else he would risk being punished. But the result is that if you want your saree drape to pass the inspection of even the most judgemental auntie, you go to Harry to help with your pleats.

Even when they’ve graduated and all have their own homes, it’s a pretty regular sight for the Patil twins to come through Harry’s floo, half dressed, to have Harry pleat their sarees or their lehenga dupatta for them.

Harry LOVES spices. The dursleys only liked bland food, but Harry has always liked flavorful foods, and has no problem with (hot) spicy food either. He uses lots of spices in his own cooking now. His food is very flavorful, but when he’s cooking for himself, it’s too spicy for all his friends (even the Patils). So nobody can eat his leftovers unless he was specifically cooking with other people in mind. Ron learned this the first time he rummaged through Harry’s fridge after a night of drinking. Now Harry labels all his food as to whether or not it’s “Harry spicy”.

James LOVED to buy Lily sarees. He’d order them with custom, wizard-themed designs from weaving villages in south India. The women who made them assumed he was just very imaginative, so he wasn’t violating the statute of secrecy since saree patterns are often vibrant and unique. Harry finds some of them in the old potter manor, and they still smell like the perfumes and scented oils his mother would wear when James took her to the local temple for Hindu holidays.

Indian witches often store extra magic in or enchant pieces of their copious jewelry with spells that can keep them safe if they’re ever in a situation where they don’t have their wands. stuff like, each bangle can function as an emergency portkey that can take you to different safe locations if you say the activation word, or ones that create an instant magical shield when you tap them. Harry finds some of his mothers gajulu, gives them to his female friends.

He ties Rhaki on Ron and Neville, and all the weasley boys. Ron was the first person he ever tied it on, because Ron was the first person who he ever bonded with, and his closest brother.

Harry always cooks idli sambar or dosa for his friends for breakfast the next morning after a night of drinking together, and it’s the perfect hangover food because it definitely brings you back to full alertness/knocks the last bit of post-hangover grogginess right out of your system.

Harry’s parselmouth abilities are valued in his native culture because of the sacredness of snakes in Hinduism, and it comes to be something he’s really proud of (personally I think the ‘parselmouth connected to the horcrux’ thing is dumb, so I’ve always imagined Harry was just naturally a parselmouth).

As the number of Indian immigrants/expats continues to grow after they graduate, Harry helps some of his students (he’s the DADA teacher) start the Hogwarts “South Asian Student Union”.

He always has snacks out for his students when they come to visit his office hours, and they’re all Indian snacks and sweets. His personal favorite is kaju barfi, but he always has a good variety of both sweet and spicy treats, especially for stressed out owl and newts students.

He collaborates with Hermione, who works in the ministry, to make it mandatory for Hogwarts students to a “foreign magical language” course so they can broaden both their minds and their spell repertoires. Padma Patil becomes the “Sanskrit Spells” teacher, and Seamus teaches “Irish Gaelic”. (It took him a little longer to get his course started, since it turns out that at least 40% of Gaelic spells are just increasingly complicated and violent ways to repel the English).

Hermione and Harry also work together to make sure there are employees in the international magical cooperation department who specialize in post-colonial relations, because the magical world also has its issues with that colonialist mindset towards countries that were formerly part of the empire.

Just south Indian Harry embracing his heritage, learning about what was ripped from him, and using it to enact meaningful change in a multicultural magical society.

[ramayantika]

–✦– 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 –✦–

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri Saraswati

Rati

(@krishna-sahacharini had figured it out 💖)

Amidst my box of pink, peach and nude shades of lipsticks, the bold red lip colour stands out. It appears as if it wants to mock me. 'You purchased me from Ladies Corner two months and I am still sitting in your box with an unbroken seal. Are you afraid of a colour?'

I have worn red sarees, red frocks and even red tops. I have red clips and rubber bands, heck even red sandals, but the prospect of applying red lipstick scares me. It makes me nervous. I have heard this boy tell me that you look gently and dainty in pink and peach shades like a fairy. The other day while coming back from college, I heard an aunty comment on a girl, saying, "God, did you see that bold red shade on her lips. It looks so improper. Girls should wear light shades that makes them look graceful."

But I remember applying the same red shade on my lips after borrowing her lipstick. She was reading a book then and I was trying out her lipstick. The colour suited me so well! For the first time, I got goosebumps when I saw my lips in red. It felt as empowering, liberating, bold as well as beautiful. My friend was observing my reaction and cheered, "You must wear red colour too you know. The shades you wear look pretty, but red has that charm which no other shade has." I blush and mutter a thank you. That evening I bought a red lipstick for myself.

Never wore it after I purchased it though. I always make excuses to myself. I carry a gentle, sweet, cotton candy persona so red isn't suitable.

Like always, I pick my light pink lipstick to retain my natural colour. I look at the black saree with golden borders carefully placed on the bed and then at my reflection in the mirror. Open tousled hair, black blouse, white petticoat and golden jhumke dangling down my ears. I bring the pink lipstick near my lips when suddenly the mirror turns black.

Gasping, I touch the mirror. I pinch myself to ensure if I am active or dreaming. The slight pain tells me I am actively experiencing this. My heart paces in panic. This feels like a scene from a horror movie and for a moment I brace myself to prepare for a ghostly attack when the black fades away only to reveal a lady dressed in dark red robes. Her outfit reminds me of sculptures of dancers, apsaras and goddesses from ancient Indian temples and paintings.

Her skin is as fair as milk. Well drawn arched eyebrows between which a red circular dot called bindu is carefully applied. Deep kohl highlights her beautiful pair of eyes. On her neck, I see a nuptial chain and a couple of jewelled necklaces reaching below her bosom. A thick strip of deep red cloth is tied around her chest. On her waist, I see a loosely tied waist chain and her hips sport a jingling hip belt. She wears a dhoti styled draped cloth which reaches till the knees to cover the lower half of the body. There was a specific name to it which I had read in a book. Sadly, I can't recall the name anymore.

I stare at her matchless beauty. She gracefully steps outside the mirror and stands behind me. Her thin fingers gently place themselves on my shoulders, and she whispers in my ear. "Did you recognize me?"

Stuttering, I try to form an answer. "Apsara Menaka?" She looks like a sculpture reborn alive from a temple after all!

The woman chuckles and taps my cheek with her index finger. "I am the Goddess of Love, my darling."

My lips part in shock. I gaze at the reflection of the woman beside me. "Rati...." I murmur.

"Absolutely correct! Thankfully, you remember me. Many women don't -- atleast not in today's generation."

Hundreds of question circle my mind regarding why is the Love goddess here in my room on a random Saturday afternoon when I am to leave for an outing in an hour.

"My my, did you forget about the lady in red from your visions? I am here for that only," I hear the goddess say.

She snaps her fingers and the lady in red appears on my mirror. Her face looks eerily similar to mine. I hear Devi Rati again. "Do not look away from the mirror until the lady in red disappears."

The woman looks mesmerizing. She doesn't have the perfect zero figure like models do. I see her belly rolls and love handles. There are a few stretch marks on the side of her waist where a thin chain lies. But God, the confidence on her face and eyes makes me shiver. Her eyes makes me want to get lost. This was the woman, I wanted to be and not someone who pinched at her love handles and looked up hundred ways of removing stretch marks from my hips and thighs while fretting over my slight double chin and non existent jawline.

Devi Rati speaks again. "Look at her, love. Her bold red dress stands for the feminine energy she carries within herself. Do not confuse her sensuality with lust. Her eyes are bright and playful. She needs no man no woman to tell her how gorgeous she looks or how modest she has to look. She saw you look at the 'flaws' of her form, but she is beyond flaws and perfections of the flesh. She knows the trivial nature of beauty. It only lasts until the age of youthfulness runs. But does that mean one should not appreciate beauty? Should one not wear good clothes and adorn themselves?

"They should and everyone has the right to feel good about themselves. Do not cover or hide yourself. If you love a colour, a dress or a jewel, wear it. If the world has to judge you, they would just do it for a minute and forget about you in the next minute." She picks the red lipstick from my box. "Your life is too short to be spent in worry if a boy or that old woman down the lane will call you bold for wearing a simple red shade."

She gently applies the lipstick on my lips. Her eyes meet mine and what she says next gives me goosebumps once again. "When they tell you to cover yourself on their narrowed understanding of modesty and culture, remind them about me, Rati, the goddess of Love and Beauty. Remind them of the goddesses and their sculptures from the same temples they love to visit. Remind them of apsaras and beautiful maidens who were clever, wise, knowledgeable and beautiful. Remind them of the same golden ancient culture that looked upon the female form, every female body as divine and everlasting."

The goddess makes me stand up and removes her hip belt and ties it around mine. "Do not let them dim your shine. This powerful red shade intimidates many. This power, this divinity and beauty is your reminder that we reside in you. Your body is a temple for the divine Shakti. You are the legacy of us Goddesses, queens and maidens who carried wisdom and power equally. Do not let them take away or make you hide this powerful radiance from your mind, heart, body and soul."

Rati snaps her fingers once again and the mirror shows my reflection. I am dressed in the same red saree, bold dark kohl lined eyes, red lipstick, jingling anklets and roses in my hair just like the lady in red from my dreams. She winks and says, "I not only make two people fall in love, my love. I also teach how to fall in love and admire oneself."

"Thank you, Rati..." My eyes well up with tears. It's not because I look so pretty. It's because for finally acknowledging my identity, my power and my connection with these divine women and Goddesses who have looked after me and every woman on earth. I promise myself that I shall let no one especially a man to take away my strength and pride for me, not when I carry the power of the Goddesses in my bones.

"Now now, i would hate to see that kajal drip down your eyes."

I laugh and wave at the goddess. Time to show the world sakhis!

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Look, I am really excited for this. For a while before writing about Sarawati, I thought maybe I shouldn't write Rati because I was afraid if I would do justice to her.

But as every piece of art that I do is inspired and dedicated to the gods. Nothing of it is mine, somehow the Goddesses made me do it skskkanskakasmsmsmsks so here I am. Mein jaa rahi nahane ab :)

Tagging all of you because I want all of you to read this 🤧: @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @tumhari-bhairavi @sanskari-kanya @krishna-sahacharini @krishna-priyatama @mere-heera @morally-gayy @shut-up-rabert @arachneofthoughts @thegleamingmoon @flowerheadkiller @ketchup-jar-ka @kaal-naagin

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max's november 2023 reads

so many online articles this month. which is maybe why i feel like i'm making 0 progress on my hard copy books. in december i'll need to reprioritize, it seems. i also wrote next to nothing this month, which probably explains why i read so many online articles.

fiction

Edmund Spenser's Faerie Queene, books 5-6

the latter half of Lavinia by Ursula K. Le Guin (again)

Shakespeare's Richard III (again, + i started Linda Charnes' Notorious Identity)

Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods by Suzanne Collins (review)

Gregor and the Marks of Secret by Suzanne Collins (review)

Vergil's Georgics, book 3

i continue to chug away at asoiaf #3 but god knows it is neverending

nonfiction

Getting Involved and Staying Regulated by Devon Price (↳ on finding your place in the fight for palestinian liberation)

The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction by Ursula K. Le Guin (↳ on the patriarchal domination of the war narrative, and our other options)

The Cool Kid's Philosopher by Nathan J. Robinson (↳ on Ben Shapiro)

Propaganda 101: How To Defend A Massacre by Nathan J. Robinson (↳ on biased reporting, using the I/P conflict as an example, though this is from 2018 rather than recent)

A Guide For High School Students On How To Avoid Propaganda by Nathan J. Robinson (↳ what the title says; i found it useful despite not being in high school anymore)

the latter half of Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price (review)

What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men? by Clare Dederer (↳ found this one rather disappointing. i like the start, but the gender takes feel lukewarm and imo there's not enough emphasis on the structural vs. individual. this is a nice counterpoint)

Physical Destruction in Whole or in Part by Saree Makdisi (↳ "What we’re witnessing in Gaza, in other words, is not self-defense; it is an opportunistic offensive. It is not a “war,” the word used mendaciously and misleadingly by most of the mainstream Western press; it is a campaign of genocidal violence.")

the first chapter of Open Veins of Latin America by Eduardo Galeano

the first two chapters of The Great White Bard: How To Love Shakespeare While Talking About Race by Farah Karim-Cooper

a close read of my MFA statement of purpose by Brandon Taylor (↳ on goals, responsibilities, and fictions)

On Mental Hospitals by Ozy Brennan (↳ this is pretty short but very worth it)

How An Algorithm Feels From Inside by Eliezer Yudkowsky (↳ on the psychology of the tree-falls-in-a-forest question)

Scrupulosity Sequence #3: Load-Bearing Things by Ozy Brennan (↳ posts i am clinging to with my fingernails)

Why Are AMAB Trans People Denied The Closet? by Julia Serano (↳ on "gendered socialization" and closeted transfemininity)

Trans Masc Misogyny and the Red Six of Spades by Jude Ellison S. Doyle (↳ "No-one is ever actually a man. Everyone is always in the act of proving they’re a man, first by dominating women and children, then by dominating other men, establishing higher and higher rungs of man-ness until at the end, presumably, the one Real Man in existence gets to be in charge of everyone and everything else.")

Henry Kissinger, War Criminal Beloved By America's Ruling Class, Finally Dies by Spenser Ackerman (↳ clicked for the title, stayed for the comprehensive and vicious takedown of kissinger's crimes)

[wishingforatypewriter]

As Asami drank and gradually lessened her grip on her bag with the shock glove, Jargala loaded her pipe and started to blow rings of fragrant smoke. 

After a few puffs, the triad boss’ olivine eyes took on a glassy, blissful quality as she reclined on the love seat, her saree gradually sliding off one shoulder. Asami’s mouth went dry as she watched her, fingers twitching with the urge to right the hot pink fabric or peel it off entirely. 

She cleared her throat. “About the deal you proposed—”

Jargala raised a neat eyebrow, wearing a half smile that could only be described as disarming. “We can talk business after.”

“After what, exactly?”

The smile only grew. “Well, that depends on you, Sato. Was it the glowing grass you wanted to try, or me?”

[willowwhispers01]

Forevermore (1)

A 15 year old boy arrested for murder the of a Party Leader.

The headline on the first page of newspaper read.

Why?

The question was raised within the two young minds reading the newspaper.

This was the start of their journey, a journey which led to a discovery that defined their life’s whole purpose.

“It’s  a shocking news that no information regarding the kidnapping of the daughter of business man KMR and three other girls has been found. The parents and the public both are anxious for their safety. And in past few days cases of child abduction have increased in the city.”A news report plays on the T.V.

“If these kidnappers are a part of local group or of an international group, police is still investigating on the matter.” Continues  the anchor.

A woman walks about the mall to the parking space to return to her car. Three men, suspiciously, keep their vision trained on her, one subtly following her.

The woman then goes to sit in her car and is startled to find her driver to not be the person she had arrived with. The ‘driver’ pulls out a knife and places it near the startled woman’s throat before she can retaliate.

One of the unknown men following the woman steps in front of a driving car, which causes the woman driving the car to pull the breaks. The man is not startled by this and trains a gun on the windshield of the car in the direction of the driver’s seat, on the woman.

A man in a grey t-shirt, burly, with a bushy beard and a piercing on his right ear, stands in front of the mall, chewing on his snack, he looks to his left only to get startled and runs away in the rain looking scared.

One of the unknown men carefully approaches a truck and unlocks it using a tennis ball. All of the men boarded the truck and the truck was driven down the road in the rain, until, it was interrupted.

There on the middle of the road stood a Bullet, two figures leaning against it.                                                     The man in the grey t-shirt, sitting on the road, leaning against the wheel, in pain. While another figure leans against the bike, backlit.

The men in the truck step out, all four of them, standing in front of the truck as the rain continues to pour.

The man on the bike pushes off of it, and walks half way toward them, lifting the umbrella to reveal his face. Both sides glare at each other, before, the man with the umbrella smiles at them. The men then smile at each other and the man, before walking towards their partner in crime, exchanging high-fives and handshakes.

The door to the back of the truck is opened to reveal the two women and the boy with their hands tied behind their back and crying.

“Who are you people?! Why did you kidnap us?! Do you know who I am?! I am Mutthu Malik’s wife!” The woman in the lavender saree exclaims as Dhruva and few of his friends climb in.

“Didi!” woman in white saree calls the one in the lavender saree.

 “My child. I don’t know who her parents are but she has been calling me didi all this time.” coos the wife.     “Don’t be scared sister, I will also get you out of here with the help of my husband, Hmph!” She continues.

“Thank you didi!” the woman in white replies, smiling.

As this happens, Dhruva places a call on his phone unbothered and almost amused.

“Hello?” comes a voice of a man from the phone as he holds it up to the wife. “Suniye Ji!” she calls out to the man.

“Kaun?” the man questions. “Kaun?! I am your wife Vasundhara!” She growls. “Bolo” her husband speaks.

“Suniye ji! someone has kidnapped me and your son!” She replies, distressed. “Kidnap?! Vasundhara! don’t be scared, I am sending my brother, he will come to save you.” Malik replies. The woman nods reassured.

“Kyun Ji! ‘You are my Jaan!’, ‘ You are my Life!’, now where did those promises go? You are only concerned about your wife, you have no concern for me?” whines the woman in white saree. “Amrita! Did they kidnap you too?!” Malik questions surprised.

“Amrita! Meaning, she’s the woman huh?! Dekh Lungi!”  Vasundhara growls. “Didi!” Amrita calls to her.        “Uggh, call me didi one more time and I will kill you!” she growls again and hits Amrita with her shoulder.

“Maa! Maa! You call a little girl Jaanu then she- ” The boy speaks but gets interrupted by the grey t-shirt wearing man being slammed against the truck floor.

“Bhai” the man croaks in pain as Dhruva holds the phone to him.

“Bhai!” Malik calls out upon recognizing. Dhruva lifts the phone back to his ear.

“Who are you people?” Malik asks threateningly.  

 “Kyun, you don’t want to see our faces?” Dhruva asks back unbothered by the threat lacing Malik’s voice.

“I do” Malik replies back. “Half a kilometer from where you are standing is Khairatabad signal, turn right from there, a little futher take a left, a railway station is located there, right in front of it is Anita Kirana and General Store. Buy a one litre bottle of water, the water should be cold.” Dhruva instructs.

“You kidnapped them for a water bottle?” Malik questions. “Bilkul nahi, with the bottle of water bring the four kidnapped girls on the local train to Vijay Nagar. Where you have to drop them, I will tell.” Dhruva answers back.

Malik and his goons travel to the said destination with weapons as Dhruva waits for them at the train station.

Malik’s phone rings, he accepts the call recognizing the number.

“Hello?” He answers the call on speaker mode.

“Sunn, on the next arriving station you will get off the train alone with the kids.” Dhruva instructs.

“Arrey iski to-.” Malik gets interrupted by the stopping of train at the said station. “CHALO!” The goons exclaim together as they stand up. “Arrey ruko! I have my two families in danger, go a little further and get off by pulling the chain.” He instructs his goons. He gets off the train while looking around while one of the goons also gets off with the children.

The trains moves down the track to their respective ways, and soon reveal Dhruva on platform on the other side.

“Are you gonna relieve all you anger on the poor bottle? Pass it this way.” Dhruva muses as he motions for him to throw the bottle.

“Where is my family?!” Malik questions in anger as Dhruva goes to take a sip of water.

“I just sent them, on the same train with your people.” He replies back and smiles.

His friend Gautam, punches Malik in the back as he pulls out a gun. His other friends take care of the goons and tie them up, free the children and inform the police.

“Due to the information of some anonymous students the police was able to arrest the people responsible for the kidnappings and safely return the girls to their respective families. The police thanks the anonymous students for the important information.” A reporter reports on the scene as Dhruva and his friends watch this with smiles on their faces.

They quickly leave before anyone notices, riding back happily on their bikes. They quickly park their bikes in their parking spots and rush to one side of a boundary wall. They jump over the wall on the other side and run toward the front of their hostel rooms in National Police Academy.

“Dhruva, let’s do fifteen seconds today.” Gautam chimes as Dhruva pulls out his phone to hack the security cameras.

“Sure na?” Dhruva confirms as everyone nods in agreement. “Barabar train ho gaye ho.” he compliments proudly as he stops the cameras. “Go!”

They all take a quick start as the timer starts, running down the memorized hallways, being careful of the wardens. They part ways, saying byes to each other and reach their rooms on time.

On the morning of a new day, all of them emerge from their rooms in their uniforms, going to their schedules for the day.

“The videos of the kids who were saved last night are blowing up the internet” A news anchor reports as Dhruva and his friends watch the news with smiles on their faces.

“I thank the government and the police department for returning my daughter to me, safe and sound.” The video of the mother of one of the victims plays as everyone watches with admiration and happiness.

“Dhruva, I feel so happy while watching their reactions and it’s all because of you and your motivation” Gautam  speaks with a smile on his face. “Haan yaar! No matter how many problems appear, I want to do more of such work” Ranveer chimes in. “Really I feel so proud” Vijay too continues patting Dhruva’s shoulder .

“We are all like-minded people, and it all worked out” Dhruva replies. “Then till the time of our posting, if we, together, continue with this pace, we can make big changes.” Karan states happily. “The day we decided to become police officers, we had become police officers.” Dhruva replies back. “And let’s not wait for the change, let’s be the change.” He states while walking away. The officers-in-training continue on their schedules for the day and then retiring to their rooms for the day.

A moment later when everyone is in their rooms, Dhruva walks out cautiously, a cap and a backpack with him. He looks around before locking his door. He walks out of the building carefully, so as to not get spotted. He climbs over the surrounding boundary to the other side. There, he meets his accomplice, their face hidden by the cap and a duffle bag on their shoulder . They both nod at each other before sitting on his bike and driving off to the location.

They both reach a secluded high spot from where a open garden dinner setup can be spotted. Dhruva and his accomplice pull out the needed equipment and arrange them as needed. Dhruva turns on the receiver and pulls out a pair of binoculars. They both put on the headsets attached to the receiver and Dhruva looks through the binoculars. Looking through, he spots the target, approaching the venue.

Dheeraj Chandra - CEO of Eco Pharma Labs

Dheeraj arrives shaking hands with the attendees of the dinner party. Dhruva’s partner shoots a bug on one of chandeliers hanging and he turns on the receiver. Both of them listen in as Dheeraj talks to his accomplices.

“Today I am very happy!” He starts as he spreads out his arms with a smile on his face. “Do you know what this is?” He questions everyone as he holds up a brown file for everyone to see. “A revolution in the Pharma Industry” He continues. “Our government is trying to bring Generic medicine in India by tying up with foreign companies. If this gets implemented, a thousand rupee medicine can be bought for ten rupees only and no poor ill citizen will die of diseases. The only one to die will be the Pharma companies who make profit off of sick people.” He explains with a fake happy smile.

“Now we can envision a disease-free India in the future!”He continues. “Great na?! Give a round of applause!” He exclaims while clapping his hands.

Dhruva and his partner share a look, Dhruva goes back to look through his binoculars.

“Why aren’t you clapping?” He says as he looks to everyone. “I am so angry!” He exclaims as he slams his fists on the table. “If we didn’t stop this, we would have to shut down our pharma industries and start begging on the roads!” He continues, anger lacing his voice.

“Sir, please do something about this.” One of the attendees pleads to him.

“To do so we would have to buy a lot of people. Collect together all the funds you have collected over the years by selling kidneys and medical college seats. All of it. If you don’t, you won’t be able to keep what you have now neither will you be able to earn it in the future!” Dheeraj explains. “We have to stop Generic medicine from arriving in India” He grimly states.

Both Dhruva and his partner share another look which confirmed that both of them had the same thought.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✎ I couldn't find the name of one of Dhruva's friends hence i named him Vijay. If you did happen to know his name let me know.

✎ If anyone wants to be tagged let me know. ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒☆

@yehsahihai @sada-siva-sanyaasi

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

In honor of just 50 days being left for pujo, I am here with a prompt for you!

Ethan seeing Diana in a saree for the first time. 💜

I want to know all about it!

Okay so Pujo is 5 days away, I know I know I am phenomenally late, but on the occasion of Mahalaya here's a little something I wrote, I hope you like it and let the pujo celebrations commence!

RANGI SAARI

Book : Open Heart (book 3 timeline)

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x Diana Ramirez

Word Count : 530 words

Rating : General 

Category : Fluff

Trope : N/A

Warning : None

Summary : It's his first time seeing her wearing a saari (traditional wear of women of Bengal)

A/N : This is extremely self indulgent but I finally wrote something after a million years, say you're proud of me 🥺 there's two bengali sentences, I'll translate them at the end❤

Sunlight pours in through the curtains of a room that holds memories. Memories of laughter, of tears, of first loves and first heartbreak, of the thrill of being here with the only one who matters. A double bed with sleep muddled bed sheets warm in the early autumn light, half illuminating the man currently asleep on the bed, unaware of the gentle storm that rages on in the rest of the house.

… … …

Downstairs is pandemonium, a storm of dark brown hair and feet tangled in clothes, of fresh wafts of a very familiar jasmine smell and laughter that once was common in the same hallways.

"Ma amar dul gulo kothay?" *

"Ghorei toh ache, bhalo kore khoj" **

Then there's a pattering of bare feet on stairs and the hurricane passes through, leaving calm behind.

… … …

When Ethan wakes, for a moment he tries to remember the place around him. Then his mind tries to make sense of the absence of Diana's warm body by his side.

Only after that does he notice the vision in red in the other end of the room. The one peering into the ornate mirror that takes up a fourth of the wall, as she puts on the gold earrings that glints in the early morning sunlight, catching rays and releasing them in the magic of the moment.

For a moment it's difficult to breathe, his mind going back years to those sleepless nights scrolling through her social media, going back years, staring at the unreality of her in her birthland's finery.

The next moment he finds his gaze drawn back to the tumbling dark brown hair that has fallen to her back, a single drop of water travelling across the smooth bronze of her exposed midriff, the sunlight that reflects in the depths of her brown eyes intensely concentrating on attaching the earring hoop.

Then she sees him and turns towards him.

The smile that she sends towards him is enough to make him forget breathing once again.

… … …

Like teenagers in the early blooming stages of love, they stare at each other, blinding impossible blue to the grounding storm of rain soaked browns.

Unaware of the hymns being chanted through the loudspeakers, holy words praising the goddess, floating through the air of an Indian autumn.

Neither speaks, their breathless smiles holding the other's heart in the cusp of their hands.

He drinks in the sight of her draped in red, she's a dream in his waking hours, beautiful, untouchable, warm, his.

She drinks in the sight of him in her childhood bedroom, sleep tousled hair, beautiful in the way he's completely hers.

He can't speak, drawn to silence by the sight of the woman he loves, so his voice comes out cracked when he utters, "You look-"

"Acceptable?", she jokes knowing damn well that it can't be further from the truth.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful", his voice is fervent, worshipping.

He slowly makes her way towards her, outstretched hand reaching to hold hers.

Once they meet, she squeezes his thrice, her signal of happiness only known to him.

He squeezes back.

They are perfectly, incandescently happy.

TRANSLATIONS

*"Ma amar dul gulo kothay?"

-> Where are my earrings mom?

**"Ghorei toh ache, bhalo kore khoj"

-> It's in your room, search carefully.

A/N : If you've read this far, I love you and I hope you are taking care of yourself, I have missed being active in the fandom with college hitting me like a freight train but now with vacations I'll have more time to be here.

Tags : @openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

Perma :

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Ethan x Diana :

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[creativefya]

HALF SAREE : Ceremony of India

HALF SAREE

Half Saree functions are mainly performed by South Indian Hindu families. This coming of age ceremony is performed after the girls 1st menstruation when family members and friends come together to give their blessings to the young girl(s). The Saree is a traditional clothing worn by married women.  The half saree is for coming of age.  The rituals can occur at once or over a few days.

Haldi is the first part of the coming of age celebration. known as the  TUMERIC BATHING CEREMONY that occurs after the 1st menstruation following a ritual seclusion.

The turmeric bathing ceremony often occurs outdoors as the girl sits and gets painted with the mixture by family members only. They then rinse her head with a special flower water mixture.

Outdoor Space for bathing ceremony with area for family to participate.

The final part of the coming of age celebration is  the  PUBLIC FUNCTION where all family and friends are invited and the maternal uncles gift her richly.  She wears Half Saree for the 1st time.  Elaborate Pujas are performed.

 Indoor space for public function with  area for elaborate pujas and guest to seat, eat and dance.

HALF SAREE CEREMONY OF INDIA

WEDDING & CEREMONY DESIGN by ANDRIA JONES

Coming of Age - line & texture collage

THEATER 110 - UNCG

REFERENCES

https://bestiankelly.com/puberty-ceremony-sadangu/

https://www.thaliamoshtagh.com/single-post/2018/12/04/ananyas-half-saree-function

[alldatmaterz]

25 Traditional & Modern Saree Poses For Girls At Home For Photoshoot

The saree is engraved in our hearts. So much that whenever a woman wears a saree, we want to captivate her beauty and elegance forever. Women love to wear sarees in different styles and try different poses at home so that they can take unforgettable photos. We all know that nowadays it is not enough to have the perfect combination of an outfit. The perfect saree poses are also needed to take a photo. What good is this if we do not know the saree poses at the house?

However, we make a lot of unintentional mistakes while imagining ourselves in different poses in the saree which eventually ruins our photos in saree. However, we have found that over the years some tips and tricks work wonders to embellish our traditional saree for a home photoshoot. So, let's get started with some of the best saree poses for girls at home to help them look lovely.

1. Tilt Your Face Saree Poses At Home

Here is a simple and classic saree pose for your photos at home. A slight bend at the waist or a slight tilt of the neck can do wonders for your photos. Make sure you find a stable and lean place for the photo. And don't forget your beautiful smile.

2. The Sitting Half Saree Poses For Royalty

You would surely love an exotic sitting pose for your saree at home. It provides a royal and comfortable look and makes you look like a queen. All you need is to get a sofa and choose a nice wallpaper. You will look more amazing in-home photography sessions with this sitting position.

3. Lean Against The Wall Saree Poses For Girls

Using your background wisely is the first step while creating the best saree poses at home. All you need is to lean against the wall and you can play with your earrings or you can just keep your hands on your hips. Either way, your photos will look unique and vivid.

4. Keep It Natural For Nauvari Saree Poses

Sometimes just standing in her garden or walking down the stairs can be a better posture than an intentionally direct posture. Believe it or not, your best photos are always the ones where you feel free and natural.

5. Showing the Back For Bengali Saree Poses

Whether it's a casual or designer blouse, back poses will bring your photos to life. With a back pose, highlighting your oomph factor, the viewers’ attention would surely shift towards your curvaceous back. You can show your back while standing in front of a wall or a curtain. Make sure to flip your hair forward and let the pallu flow freely.

6. Mirror Reflection Poses On Saree

Using mirrors for saree poses is very much in trend these days. Mirrors become your best option when you lack useful functions for taking pictures in your home. In this position, leaning on the mirror without looking at your reflection can make it happen wonderfully. Make sure the photographer doesn't blow up your photoshoot.

7. Standing Straight For Half Saree Poses

The upright position is the simplest saree position in the home. The vertical position does not require any property. However, it takes confidence to look good empty-handed. When you are in an upright position, look at the camera and hold your posture straight with your hands on your waist. Keep your chin up slightly and smile mysteriously when you're done. 

8. Play With Pallu Saree Poses For Girls

Are you also getting stuck on what to do with your hands when standing in a saree? To look natural when taking pictures at home, play with pallu. Through this, you can effortlessly create another iconic saree pose effortlessly.

9. Bend Down Poses On Saree

To make your saree more interesting, you can lean slightly to the front instead of standing stiffly. It will add some liveliness to your photo.

10. The Relaxed Saree Poses For Photoshoot 

You must keep relaxed when taking saree photos. You can stand idly by with one hand on your waist or thighs and the other hand on a side table. Many fashion designers go beyond the lesser-known laid-back pose.

11. Light And Hues Nauvari Saree Poses

Using the perception trick can also give you a perfect image. You just need to play with the colors. If you wear a light-colored costume against a dark background, it will stand out. It will take your saree to a whole new level. 

12. Play With Nature Traditional Saree Poses For Photoshoot 

If you are a person who loves brightly colored sarees, you must let nature speak in your next photo. A great addition would be the wooden furniture in your garden to add that aesthetic feel to your photos. Green background with a natural setting is a great way to do it.

13. Mystery Magic Half Saree Poses

Playing with the elements of light can provide an excellent backdrop for your photos at home. If you have a light shining on your face, look away from the camera with an intense gaze. It can create a beautiful atmosphere.

14. Color Contrast Saree Poses For Girls At Home

Using the color contrast technique to make any saree setting look charming is a great option. Don't forget to find the perfect background color to perfectly complement your saree. With this, you will highlight even the simplest situation.

15. Perfect Poise Bengali Saree Poses

A simple and sophisticated setting of a tailored saree can take you places. Just sit back or stand upright on the perfect background and you have the most elegant photo. Always balanced by grace.

16. The Diligent Diva Saree Poses For Girls

If you want to do a close-up shot in a saree for your photo, you should definitely give this diligent diva a try for your next photo shoot. Just avoid any eye contact with the camera and look like an absolute diva. Shake this situation like a boss.

17. Define Your Curves Saree Poses For Photoshoot

The saree makes your curves look very noticeable. You can look sexier than ever just by leaning in a little to accentuate those curvy features. Make sure you have adequate lighting and a smile on your face.

18. Confident Traditional Saree Poses For Photoshoot

Don't forget to use your cheek if you are wearing a daring saree. To have a strong saree pose for a photo shoot, you need to stand confidently. You feel like you can rule the world and you are ready to go. Don't let anyone falter in your strength.

19. Royal And Regal Saree Poses For Girls At Home

When you have an expensive saree, it is a must to flaunt it. Wear the iconic and delicately detailed saree with royalty. Whether standing or upside down, it will do wonders with your image.

20. Calm And Cool Nauvari Saree Poses

Gone are the days when girls needed to be ashamed of their photos. Look cool and relaxed in this casual pose and let your hair flow down or maybe tie it up in a loose draped bun. It's saree time the right way.

21. Floating Pallu Saree Poses For Girls

In this mode, you have to float your saree with the help of a fan with a natural smile. You can also choose a perfect hairstyle to match it or keep it messy for a natural look. Make sure your pallu is beautifully groomed.

22. Slightly Looking Down Bengali Saree Poses

saree is all about elegance. To get this pose perfectly, you have to look down with a bit of elegance, as if you are immersed in something. You can click on it while standing and sitting because it works either way.

23. Showing Your Plates Poses On Saree 

Stand up straight or sit cross-legged to display the saree dishes. And a beautiful smile will nonetheless attract all the attention you want. This is one of the easiest modes ever.

24. The Perfect Girl Saree Poses For Girls At Home

There are millions of ways to take saree's pictures. However, the simple and perfect girl condition will never grow old. If you want the perfect girlish look, a small smile in a simple sitting position will do wonders. Make sure your background complements your saree.

25. Simple Traditional Saree Poses For Photoshoot

Sometimes keeping things simple can give you the look you want. For a simple yet daring saree image, just walk over to a large closet and stop safely. A slight tilt or lateral position with a natural smile makes your movement correct.

Now that you know how to rock a saree for the perfect photo at home, we look forward to seeing your stunning photos on social media. Bring out the best in star sarees and your stunning poses to click on the perfect image of yourself that you can cherish forever. Let's show them, no one can rock it like the ladies!

[dwellordream]

BATHING IN BLOOD: THE MEDICINAL CURES OF ANCHORITIC DEVOTION

“...A conflation between physician and mother, however, also emerges in Ancrene Wisse, and the centrality of blood-loss within this conflation is one which I argue had a marked influence upon Julian as she tried to grapple with the full meaning of the Passion sequence she envisioned in 1373. 

Indeed, within the physical and metaphysical frameworks of Ancrene Wisse, it is the shedding of blood that is most closely associated with anchoritic cleansing and healing, both bodily and spiritual – and it is a blood-loss, moreover, which is always already feminine because of the author’s relentless insistence throughout the work upon the fallen female bodies of his audience. 

For example, in Part 8, the author exhorts his female audience to undertake quarterly blood-lettings, a common enough medieval practice, particularly amongst religious, and a practice which, like the menses, was deemed to maintain the correct humoral balance and eliminate physical ailments from the body. 

Indeed, as Cathy McClive has demonstrated, within certain cultural contexts, phlebotomy was actively considered to be a form of induced menstrual bleeding. In the case of the female anchorites of Ancrene Wisse, moreover, this becomes an explicitly homosocial event, during which their normal restrictions and disciplines are to be suspended in favour of more recuperative and leisurely woman-to-woman interaction: 

Hwen 3e beoð ilete blod, 3e ne schule don na þing þe þreo dahes þet ow greueð, ah talkið to ower meidnes ant wið þeawfule talen schurteð ow togederes. 3e mahen swa don ofte hwen ow þuncheð heuie, oðer beoð for sum worltlich þing sare oðer seke. [When you have been bled, you should not do anything for those three days that taxes your strength, but talk to your maids and entertain each other with improving conversation. You may do this often, when you are feeling low, or are upset about some worldly concern, or ill.]

Here, the healing of the female body is depicted as dependent on an elective blood-loss, perhaps associated also with menstruation, but most clearly leading to an increased feminisation of the anchoritic space as the women converse, entertain each other and share each other’s concerns. 

According to medieval medical lore, as mentioned above, the menses provided a natural means for the female body to purge itself of impurities by eliminating regularly those bodily contaminants which accumulated within the womb as a result of the Fall, and in this sense there are again clear correlations between both types of female blood-loss and that of Christ’s salvific bleeding on the cross, which was also necessary to redeem that Fall. 

Indeed, in Part 2 of the text, the author actualises this connection via a specific configuration of the phlebotomised body in terms of Christ’s own blood-loss. In so doing he transforms elective blood shedding from physical therapy into spiritually salvific entity: 

A mon for uuel þet he haueđ ne let him nawt blod o þe seke halue, ah deđ o þe hale, to heale þe seke. Ah in al þe world þe ewes o þe feure, nes bimong al moncun an hal dale ifunden þe mahte beon ilete blod bute Godes bodi ane, þe lette him bold o rode. Nawt o þe earm ane, ah dude o fif halue, forte healen moncun of þe secnesse þet te fif wittes hefden awakenet. Þus, lo, þe hale half ant te cwike dale droh þet uuele blod ut frommard te unhale, ant healde swa þe seke. Þurh blod is in Hali Writ sunne bitacnet. 

[A man who has something wrong with him does not have blood let from the part that is unhealthy, but from one that is healthy, to heal the unhealthy one. But in all the world that was suffering from fever, not one healthy part was found among the whole of humanity that could be bled other than the body of God, who had his blood let on the cross. He had this done not only from the arm, but from five parts of the body, to heal humanity of the sickness that the five senses had caused. And in this way, you see, the healthy and living part drew out that bad blood from the unhealthy one and so healed the sick part. In Holy Scripture, sin is signified by blood.’].

Here God as the ultimate physician causes his son to be phlebotomised for the health of the body of humanity and, in her own regular acts of phlebotomy within the anchorhold, both elective and non-elective, the anchoritic woman is able to unite conceptually with that of the phlebotomist-Christ. Indeed, as Ziegler has demonstrated, such a configuration of a Christus Minutor [bloodletting Christ], whose passion was an act of altruistic phlebotomy, surfaces particularly frequently amongst the Dominican preachers of the period with whom, as Bella Millett has argued, the origins of Ancrene Wisse are associated.

Moreover, according to Thomas Aquinas, debating the Virgin’s menstrual status, Mary had to furnish ‘materia … sanguis mulieris’ [‘the matter which is menstrual blood’] in order to conceive and, later, feed Christ with her own breast-milk. Thus, like Gregory, even Aquinas offers a model which implicates female blood-loss as both Christic and Marian within the salvific schema. Ancrene Wisse’s Dominican connections are further evidenced in the associations drawn by its author between blood-letting and bathing. 

In Part 8, for example, just at the point where the author expounds the aforementioned need for quarterly blood-letting, he later inserts an addition to the text which emphasises the woman’s need to wash regularly since, as the author adds: ‘Nes neauer fulðe Godd leof ’ [‘filth was never dear to God’]. Used within this context, the term fulðe is clearly freighted with both the blood shed from her phlebotomised body and that of her monthly menstrual flow. 

As Caroline Walker Bynum has demonstrated, shed blood, particularly that emanating from a woman’s body, was deemed a powerful contaminant and needed to be instantly cleansed away by washing or bathing. Blood loss and bathing, therefore, were frequently closely associated, both physically and metaphorically, something expressed in the writing of the thirteenth-century Parisian bishop, Ranulphe de la Houblonnière (d. 1288), who explicitly depicts the crucified Christ as undergoing phlebotomy, being washed clean by his own blood and thereby washing clean the whole of humanity.

The messy business of blood-letting, therefore, was redolent with possibility when it came to articulating – and re-enacting – the complexities of sin and salvation. Indeed, in Part 7 of Ancrene Wisse, a section focusing on divine love, the author fully exploits this potential in his depiction of God as a mother-physician whose maternal love is so strong that she is willing to prepare for her own child a bath of blood – clearly her own – in order to save its life: 

Child þet hefde swuch uuel þet him bihofde beað of blod ear hit were ihealet, muchel þe moder luuede hit þe walde þis beað him makien. Þis dude ure Lauerd us þe weren se seke of sunne, ant swa isulet þer-wið, þet na þing ne mahte healen us ne cleansin us bute his blod ane, for swa he hit walde. [If a child had such an illness that it needed a bath of blood before it could be healed, the mother who was willing to provide this bath for it would love it very much. Our Lord did this for us – who were so infected with sin, and so polluted with it, that nothing could heal or cleanse us except for his blood … His love makes a bath of his blood – because that is what he wished.]

Here, of course we have a God who is depicted in terms of the ultimate maternal sacrifice, drawing not only upon that of the Virgin Mother who gave up her own child for human redemption, but also that of the worldly parturient mother whose life was frequently endangered by postpartum haemorrhage and other such complications. 

Indeed, such a reading of this episode is supported medically by the cure promoted for excessive post-partum blood flow in the so-called ‘Trotula text’, the popular De Curis Mulierum [On Treatments for Women], which prescribes that the bleeding woman be placed ‘frequenter in balnis … ad restringendum sanguinem’ [‘frequently in baths … in order to restrain the blood’].

No doubt such a ‘cure’ would produce bath after bath of bloodied water in the attempts to staunch the flow and wash her clean of her own blood – certainly enough to rival the copious blood and water shed from the side-wound of Christ at the crucifixion. It is clear, therefore, that both Ancrene Wisse and De Curis Mulierum associate the curative properties of the blood-bath with a maternal blood sacrifice, offering nuance to Augustine’s notion of caritas est sanitas and recasting it most emphatically within the feminine frame of maternal love. 

The image of the divine blood-bath is rare before Ancrene Wisse, although it provides a dramatic episode within contemporary traditions of the Grail romance, within which it is very much associated with the feminine. For example, in one thirteenth-century tradition, Perceval’s sister, Dindrane, offers her virginal blood for a leprous lady to bathe in as a cure for her affliction. In so doing, she also prevents Galahad, Perceval and Bors from having to sacrifice their own lives in an unequal battle in order to cure the same lady by means of their own male blood-shed.

The religious undercurrents of these episodes are clear and it is likely that the authors shared with the Ancrene Wisse author in drawing on the popular Naturalis Historia of Pliny the Elder as a source. Dating from the first century, Pliny’s widely circulated work at one point expresses deep anxieties regarding Egyptian beliefs in the prophylactic properties of the human blood-bath against leprosy, writing that ‘cum in reges incidisset, populis funebre, quippe in balineis solia temperabantur humano sanguine ad medicinam eam’ [‘When kings were attacked [by leprosy], it was a deadly thing for the inhabitants, because the tubs in the baths used to be prepared with warm human blood for its treatment.’]

Clearly part of an anti pagan propagandist enterprise, Pliny’s depiction also found its way into the vitae of the Emperor Constantine, as recorded in the Legenda Aurea [Golden Legend] written by the Dominican Jacobus de Voragine in the mid thirteenth century (again a work which certainly drew on some of the same sources as Ancrene Wisse). Here Voragine recounts how, in an attempt to cure his own leprosy, the emperor was discouraged from sacrificing hundreds of small infants and bathing in their blood by the cries of three thousand distraught mothers, again allying the blood sacrifice with the maternal feminine.

Folkloric though these tales may be, they do, however, posit what Peggy McCracken has termed ‘the gendered value of blood in medieval texts’. They also play most neatly into the development of a devotional hermeneutic which brings together the poetics of maternal sacrifice and the pragmatics of medicinal cure.”

-  Liz Herbert McAvoy, Medicine, Religion and Gender in Medieval Culture

[female-malice]

I hate that the predominance of shaving means, I have literally no idea how much body hair, or what patterns of growth are normal/healthy for women. Obvi there's genetic factors and individuality, but when every woman I see is stripped of hair, it ruins any way to self evaluate. I'm too sared of doctors to get my hormone levels checked out, and even if I did the treatment woud just be hair removal and birth control pills (Both are a fat NO THANKS for me).

Women are naturally hairy. Some women are hairier than others depending on genes. But that's all it is. If you have a hairy stomach or hairy chest, that's normal. That's not from a hormone imbalance. That's just normal regular human genes giving you hair on your torso. Probably half of all women have a noticeable amount of hair on their torso. But it's all waxed off for magazines.

[avicennacrowe]

The Art of Wearing Traditional Ethnic Dresses for Women

Wearing traditional ethnic dresses for women is an art that blends culture, elegance, and personal style. Whether it's a saree, salwar suit, or lehenga, ethnic wear highlights heritage through vibrant colours, intricate patterns, and luxurious fabrics. These outfits offer versatility, allowing women to dress for formal events, festivals, or casual gatherings. The beauty of ethnic wear lies in its ability to celebrate tradition while incorporating contemporary fashion elements, making every woman feel graceful and confident.

Choosing The Right Ethnic Dress for Women Based on Occasion

Selecting an ethnic dress for women depends heavily on the occasion. For formal events like weddings or festivals, opt for heavier attire like sarees or lehengas with detailed embroidery or zari work. For casual gatherings, simpler salwar suits or kurtis can keep you comfortable while still exuding grace.

Colours and Fabrics Elements in Styling Ideal For Daily Wear Ethnic Dresses for Women

The fabric and colour of an ethnic dress for women are key elements in styling. Light fabrics like cotton or chiffon are ideal for daily wear, while silk or velvet adds a rich touch for special occasions. Bright colours such as red, gold, or green often symbolise festivity and celebration, whereas pastels and neutrals create a subtler, elegant look.

Accessorising an Statement Necklaces, Bangles, and Earrings Are Ethnic Dress for Women to Complete The Look

Jewellery plays a crucial role in elevating an ethnic dress for women. Statement necklaces, bangles, and earrings can accentuate the traditional vibe. Pair your outfit with the right footwear—juttis for a casual look or embellished sandals for something more formal. Don’t forget a well-draped dupatta for added elegance.

Balancing Tradition and Modern Trends in Ethnic Dresses for Women

Incorporating modern elements into traditional ethnic dress for women keeps the look fresh. Contemporary designs like Indo-western fusion, asymmetrical cuts, and minimalistic embroidery add a modern twist to classic outfits. This balance lets you embrace your heritage while staying fashion-forward.

The Importance of Fit in Style Attire More Comfortable Wear to Ethnic Dresses for Women

A well-fitted ethnic dress for women enhances both comfort and style. Whether it’s a saree blouse, a churidar, or a lehenga, ensuring the right fit brings out the best in your appearance. Tailoring outfits to your body type will flatter your figure and make the attire more comfortable to wear.

Hairstyles that Complement Style Add A Youthful Touch to Salwaar Suits Adorning of  Ethnic Dresses for Women

Hairstyling is an integral part of completing your ethnic dress for women. Loose waves or a sleek bun can create a sophisticated look with sarees, while braids or a half-up style add a youthful touch to salwar suits. Adorning your hair with flowers or traditional accessories also boosts the ethnic appeal.

Cultural Significance of Wearing Regional Traditions and Are Worn to Milestones and Festivities of Ethnic Dresses for Women

Beyond aesthetics, wearing an ethnic dress for women carries deep cultural significance. These outfits often symbolise regional traditions and are worn to mark important milestones and festivities. Wearing traditional attire allows women to connect with their heritage while celebrating personal and cultural milestones.

Conclusion

The art of wearing traditional ethnic dresses for women beautifully blends cultural heritage with personal style. These outfits, whether sarees, lehengas, or salwar suits, are more than just garments; they represent a deep connection to tradition and history. By choosing the right fabric, colours, and accessories, women can enhance their look for any occasion, balancing elegance and comfort. Modern trends have brought fresh interpretations to these timeless outfits, allowing for individual expression while honouring tradition. Ultimately, wearing ethnic dresses is about celebrating both heritage and personal identity, making every outfit a reflection of one's roots and contemporary fashion sense.