#desiacademia

[moonlighttresses]

Kya matlab academic validation ke liye padhna bhi padta hai???

[putrescentpoet]

born to be the poet, yearning to be the muse.

[ramayantika]

Those soft alta-dyed feet hit the ground too hard. Fury and her broken heart shall perhaps shatter the hard flooring, just like that man who shattered her delicate heart.

Spent amorous dalliances with other women when the moon went into hiding under the cloudy veil,

Oh Chandra, could you not have revealed that deceiver's true heart when you arose in the sky in your silver glory,

When I told him how the chakora's lovelorn glance at you reminded me of him?

Kaahe ab tum aaye ho, mere dwaare

Sauten sang jaage, anurage, rasa paake baahein

Don't you dare try touching me now, your fingers burn my skin! You insulted my heart and my love when you stepped into the other woman's chamber. If not me, then at least go be true to the woman you chose over me.

ll 𝐍𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐨 𝐚𝐛 𝐩𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 //

How many did you fool with your false promises of love dancing on your lips? The girl in pink robes with a lovely smile stared too long at you, her fondness for you sparkled in her eyes at the bangle store. Didn't I see her lips quiver as your hand gently brushed against hers over those pink bangles?

I have ousted you from my warm home of my tender heart. Come no more by my door.

There was another lady, dazzling smile, beautiful lips who left as quick as a gust of wind from your embrace when you neared by my lane. Didn't I see how you tugged at her cloth while her eyelashes bowed down at you with a soft kiss pressed to her knuckles?

A man so unfaithful can never be my lover? Come no more by my door.

Na manoongi...

Tum jao ji jao sakhi...

Why to love too hard too strong too deep only to end the heart in pieces?

Didn't once he think about my tired eyes as I waited his arrival on moonlit nights?

Not even your kind words can soothe my heart, my friend. Tum jao ji jao sakhi

Only time shall mend my heart again.

In anger immersed too deep and betrayal filling my core, I know not if I shall ever trust a man with my heart anymore.

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[sirfdabba]

Sometimes, sitting on the wonky chair of my study table, I think, I should quit. But the immediate subsequent thought is, "Quit what?" I rethink, "Really! Quit what? I dont have anything to quit. I am not doing anything as such that I will go, write a resignation letter and sign at the bottom QUIT". What am I going to quit from? The daily routine? How am I going to do that? And lets say, even if I come up with a magical way to do that, then, I ask myself, what am I going to do after I quit? Write? No, but I cannot write on vacations. I write in the middle of the classroom, while my neck is nodding to the Jurisprudential maxims. I cannot quit to write, because it would be disrespectful to both quitting and writing. I cant even quit to watch movies. I watch movies on the nights when I am running low on sleep, thus as bedtime revenge I let myself dive into the world of cinema. I need that revengeful attitude to keep myself sane and If I quit, I wont run low on sleep, not this one. Even if I say that I will run after I quit, I will still need to do something in the afternoons, ahh those vehemently raw, existential afternoons. I guess I am not born to quit you know

[cinderbutnotella]

The amount of ripped shalwars in my wardrobe are begging me to sit more ladylike.

[desigirldee]

finally I learnt to make perfect dosa today!!

[aayatunnisa]

woc in yellow aesthetic mooboard ft. a picture of daisies from the pond near my home . . . #desiacademia #darkacademiamoodboard #darkacademiaaesthetic #desiacademiaaesthetic #academiaaesthetic #aesthetic #lightacademia #desilightacademia #academiafeminina #chaoticacademia #indiandarkacademia #southasian #southasianaesthetic #woc #wocacademia #wocaesthetic #sunshine #yellow #mustardyellow #mustard (I actually meant to post this in the Spring 🫥) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPo9jMuVGd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[daughterofruins]

No my scars are not a sign of imperfection. The one on my knee is from that time in grade 4 when I was having so much fun that I accidentally slipped and went tumbling down the playground stairs. My friends all accompanied me to the nurse.

The one on my breast bone is what connects me to my mother, because she has the exact same scar that she got because of the poxs around age 15. I got it at the same age.

The one on my forehead is from that one time my partner in sparring accidentally punched me too hard and fouled. I sat with her till late and I like to think I helped pull her out of her misery, even just a little bit.

I have just one tiny scar on my hands, and I still remember how I got it, when my sister and I were babies and playing tag and I fell from the bed and hurt myself. All I remember after that is the blood, and how she vowed never to hurt me again.

The one on my navel is a sign of my first ever surgery, at 14, showing my bravery, my strength and just how goddamn much I wanted to live inspite of everything.

The one on the right side of my stomach is from the same surgery, that reminds me I missed an International Debate competition because my school wanted me to get well. They had to keep my asleep all day to stop me from crying.

The one on the left of my lower abdomen is again from the same surgery. It reminds me of my bravery, and courage to go back to school in just two weeks because I had important exams I needed notes for. It reminds me of my foolishness because I fell sick immediately after.

Do not even for a minute tell me my scars are not beautiful. They have made my life beautiful, and that is all that matters. If you cannot bear to look at them, if you flinch at the mere sign of them,

I shall know.

You have not lived, son. You are no man you claim yourself to be. You are a timid little boy, dreaming of everything he's not.

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[drblogg]

your life is as long as you fake it

mehendi is as much as love makes it

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[moonlighttresses]

It's always I love you and never

"Tere liye duniya chhod di hai, tujhpe hi saans aake ruke, main tujhko kitna chahta hoon, ye tu kabhi soch na sake"

[sakhisaysthings]

Aaj thesis meeting main ma'am said my work is good. Academic validation ek dum mil gaya guys

#desiacademia #academicvalidation #desiaesthetic #college #professorvalidation #padhai #padhlebehen

[sapphic-sunfower]

desi culture is just seniors telling you, kya yaar science mat lo, mar jaoge

[susanesteel]

Hades: Tell them that you weren't hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they taste like blood, like love.... ~Pauline Albanese, the closed Doors Sometimes some lines touches your soul more than people does. - - Self portrait - - #desiblogger #desistyle #lifestyle #artofvibrant #desiacademia #desigirl #modeling #instafashion #desifashion #darkacademia #kolkatadiaries #desiinfluencer #chicagomodels #beautyinfluencer #confidence #indianmodel #aesthetic #browngirl #beautyshot #indiancouture #sareelove #selfcare #crownthebrown #selflove #contentcreator #ethnicwear #instafamous #indian #bblogger #southasian (at Kolkata) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbDJE7OpiC1/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pakelysian]

𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱. ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢.🕊

[saanya27]

Hands holding Hands - a desi pride love story 🏳️‍🌈💕 I always find myself noticing hands of people in love. Whether it’s a stroll through the beach or dancing to ‘ek ladki ko dekha toh aesa laga’, the hands always are the main character.

Captured here : two desi girls in love, dancing to Navrai Majhi on their best friends haldi. I hope such moments are captured more, seen more and embraced and accepted even more.

Happy pride month every month y’all 🏳️‍🌈🤍🕊

The whole series are on my Instagram : https://instagram.com/saanya27?utm_medium=copy_link

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