#diwali barbie

[barbielore]

I’m genuinely surprised to know that there are no officially released Mattel products for Barbie that reference Jewish religious or cultural customs. I genuinely would have thought that there would be at least one by now - at least as a part of a collectors series, if nothing else.

This comes as a particular surprise as the creator of Barbie, Ruth Handler, and Barbie’s namesake, Ruth’s daughter Barbara, were Jewish women. In fact, when Saudi Arabia commented on the ban on the sale of Barbie dolls, one of the reasons given for this is that Barbie was Jewish.

Most of the mass market Barbies produced around the December season tend to be marketed as secular “Holiday” Barbies rather than naming Christmas or any other religious celebration.

I think it’s fair to say a lot of these dolls appear Christmas-adjacent, using iconography associated with e.g. Santa, candy canes and Christmas trees.

And there are some that explicitly refer to Christmas or Easter, though typically with a lean to the less religious aspects of the holiday, like gift giving and egg collecting.

And there are Barbies that have been released themed around religious and/or cultural celebrations from around the world - just to name a few, there are Barbies to celebrate Kwanzaa, Diwali, and Dia de los Muertos.

So personally, I think Barbie is overdue for a Jewish culture Barbie - what do you think?

[sunilkumarsln]

[dassanjays-blog]

On this Diwali, know about that powerful "Aadiram" God, only by worshiping whom we can be freed from the prison of Kaal Brahma.

To know Hindu Saheban! Sant Rampal Ji Ma did not understand the book Geeta, Vedas and Puranas.

#Diwali

[hiero-green]

Put in an offer on a Diwali Barbie last night that I've had my eye on for a year and the seller hasn't been online in 5 days.... Seller please respond....... Where are you in my hour of need......

[harshildesignstudio]

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[devisrina]

Thanks @currymanganese for tagging me. This isn't that thorough and I might add more to it depending on if more people need to know more.

Star Sign:

Aquarius; I don't know anything about zodiac signs and what they mean.

Favourite Holidays:

Christmas and Diwali. I don't celebrate Christmas, I just like the joy of spending time with family and friends. Diwali is because I'm Indian and I love the holiday.

Last Meal:

I went to a restaurant and had Gobi Manchurian.

Current musician:

Taylor Swift; I'm basic, I know.

Last movie I've watched:

Barbie: A Fairy Secret

Last book I finished:

The last novel I finished was 'I Believe in a thing called love'

Last Book I abandoned: It was called 'lying out loud' it was a spinoff to 'the duff' book. I just didn't care for it, therefore I didn't finish it.

Currently reading: Nothing at the moment.

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: something to do with bob's burgers. I'm a zeke x tina shipper.

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: When Ricky and Gina from hsmtmts finally kissed.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: I was never involved in this fandom previously, but I wish Ned's declassified fandom was bigger. I want more people to talk about Ned x Moze with.

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did:

Ned's declassified, Foreign Exchange, Sonny with a Chance.

Tempting Project You're Trying to Reign In/Don't Have Time For:

I have a couple of ideas for Ned x Moze fics + some Sydcarmy fics. But since I'm currently living in rentals until I can move into my new place, I don't have much time to really write much.

I'm tagging: @darcyofmine @laryssamedeirss @sydcarmyfan

[kr07311985]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Barbie Diwali Festivals of the World 2006.

[cinemapremi]

Sara Ali Khan Steals the Show at Manish Malhotra's Diwali Party

Sara Ali Khan, often dubbed as the 'Indian Barbie,' made heads turn at Manish Malhotra's grand Diwali bash. The Bollywood actress donned a stunning pink and silver lehenga, looking nothing short of a fashion icon. Here's a closer look at her mesmerizing Diwali party appearance. The Diwali festivities are in full swing across the country, and B-town celebrities are no exception. Famed fashion designer Manish Malhotra hosted a star-studded Diwali party, attended by big names in the industry, including Aishwarya Rai, Shahid Kapoor, Madhuri Dixit, Janhvi Kapoor, Rekha, and Sara Ali Khan. Now, let's dive into Sara Ali Khan's captivating Diwali look. https://www.instagram.com/p/CzS53DDoPup/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== In the photos, Sara Ali Khan radiates elegance in her pink and silver lehenga. The outfit complements her beauty, making her resemble a real-life Indian Barbie. Her hairstyle is on point, and the entire look is a fashion statement. Sara's pose, while greeting the paparazzi with folded hands, adds to her charm. Sara Ali Khan showcases her versatility by striking various poses, each one gaining immense popularity. She exudes grace, style, and confidence, capturing the hearts of her admirers. In a particular shot, Sara Ali Khan grabs the attention by holding her dupatta gracefully. Her captivating gaze and charming smile are stealing the show, making her appearance a highlight of Manish Malhotra's Diwali bash. In another photo, Sara Ali Khan flashes her enchanting smile, captivating her fans. She proudly flaunts her attire, leaving everyone in awe. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzRsnaQyDWr/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== The paparazzi capture a candid moment as Sara Ali Khan acknowledges them. These photos of Sara have taken the internet by storm, leaving her fans wanting more. In summary, Sara Ali Khan's Diwali look at Manish Malhotra's party is a delightful sight. Her elegance and charisma shine through her outfits and poses, and her interaction with the paparazzi only adds to her appeal. Sara continues to be a fashion inspiration and a beloved Bollywood figure. Also checkout: Read the full article

[diomedrian]

In my dream, it's CB's birthday. In my dream, the sky is the bluest blue, it's the best weather ever - think Barbieland. We finish lunch - it's fine dining, the napkins were swans, it's roof top, there's pool and hali-pad next to the tables. He drinks his wine and says, come on nay I expected a louder party. Where's the wham bam and laughs. I check the time, still 10 minutes to go. I only smile, it's coming. Few more conversations and he's standing up, don't do that yet please don't go just get hold on I promise it's worth it. He's left for the washroom. It's seven minutes past, he's taking too long. We've boarded the aircraft - except it's like in the movies, there's enough space to stand and watch from the back, there's a glass wall in the back. I call him, it's time. In a minute, he says. We need to take off, being on land for the beginning will feel like the most disturbing earthquake, says the pilot. Let's go we can pick him up later, says a friend (his sister? I'm not sure, there's too many people I didn't think would be here). But it's for him, I say. Let's go, round two nay. We'll pick him up then. So we're in the air. We're flying. We watch the restaurant get further and further, we watch the city quiet down. It's time now. On the left, smoke. On the left, a splash of orange. Oh my god that was close, someone says. It wasn't, we're at least a kilometre away from it. Smaller splashes, bigger smoke. It's a grey cloud. The lava is shooting through and up above before falling everywhere. The smoke has turned all of the weather into the morning after Diwali in Delhi. Good time to pick him up? Asks the pilot, I call him, yes. We headed back to the restaurant, I held out my hand, you're late. He raises an eyebrow, yknow I actually did not mean wham bam for real I was joking. Yes I'm aware, I thought it would be fun, come on now, I pull him onboard. We're flying across the volcano, watching it erupt, watching the lava come down to the earth, the houses will be lost, the restaurant will be lost. The city was made to rebuild from volcanoes, the city was made for this experience. It's not a real loss, there have been seventeen of these in the past three years. There are no real people here besides in the planes, we're not alone as the magma covers the city. The lava is still erupting, we're here for hours.

Meanwhile, in another dream(?) the statue of barbie turns to life. It's the biggest one in the city, she only does this if there's terrible trouble. She changes out of her dusty clothes, she takes the taxi, her hair is so shiny, she's passing through the city. I'm watching the news in the lap of an old friend. We were friends for eighteen years before we parted for college irl. She was the first person I called after the high school break - and I am crying now - did we break up then? There's tears on my cheeks and in my eyes but I don't remember crying. She touches me everywhere over my clothes. It doesn't feel right - where is he? why is he not the one fixing this? I don't say anything. At least she's here, at least I will stop crying soon.

[barbielore]

I will be very honest that I do not know much about the holiday of Diwali, but I have seen a handful of signs locally for celebrations occurring on November 12. I am given to understand that it is a light festival though this is approximately the limit of my knowledge.

In 2006, as a part of the Festivals of the World series, Mattel released a Barbie to represent Diwali.

The Festivals of the World collection was a bit of a strange one, as there are some tonal differences between different festivals represented in the collection. For example, on the back of the box you can see Diwali being displayed alongside Kwanzaa and Oktoberfest.

This was not the first time that Mattel explored this area. I have found multiple articles referring to Mattel creating a Diwali doll in 1998 as part of an attempt to expand the Barbie line into India; I haven't been able to find this doll specifically, but there are a number of Barbie in India and Expressions of India dolls from around this era.

The articles linked above are critical of Mattel for showcasing a stereotypical and at times inaccurate/disrespectful display of Indian culture, including the claim that the 1998 Diwali Barbie I can't find had blue eyes.

Of course, there's no way to know if Mattel were earnestly trying to showcase diversity and falling short, or if they were just trying to market to a new audience. We can make our assumptions, but we don't necessarily know for sure.

If anyone who has more knowledge and understanding of this area I would really appreciate their input. My apologies if any of the above is controversial or incorrect; please correct me if so.

[my-plastic-life]

Nadia is joining in the Diwali celebration! Diwali is a Hindu/Indian celebration that occurs over five days every year. One of the most popular festivals of Hinduism, Diwali symbolizes the spiritual "victory of light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance."

Nadia is doing some Bollywood-style poses in front of the Taj Mahal in her traditional Indian attire. I love this  Fashionista and immediately saw her as being from India!

[soliloquyinthedark]

Indian Diwali Barbie® Doll

[meghanayar]

The Lockdown Weight Loss Training Programme

The coronavirus lockdown has taught everyone different skills. Some have become culinary connoisseurs. Others, armchair philosophers. Quite a few people have bonded beautifully with family. Many others are dangerously close to murdering theirs. Essentially, most of us have morphed into cousins of who we were three months back.

Not me. I’m not one to go full Batman on a cosmically mandated vacation. In most matters, I remain as happily gauche as ever. For instance, I’m still a novice at chopping veggies. I think people who can peel karela* and shred cabbage deserve bravery awards, or at least a free Netflix subscription.

According to my mother, I am also an abject failure at the art of hanging laundry on the clothesline. I can never quite remember all her parameters – coloured ones in, whites out, heavy clothes in front, thin ones behind, trousers in corners, pockets hanging out, bedsheets in one balcony, office clothes in another – it is a science more complex than quantum physics, and I simply can’t seem to memorize its guiding principles.

What I am able to do perfectly though, is find opportunities for weight loss in the randomest of things. In that sense, my one big win during this lockdown has been discovering new ways to lose weight.

Most of these methods I wouldn’t normally have thought of, but then, twelve weeks of isolation do interesting things to the human brain. This post exists because I feel my wisdom is worth sharing with the world. We may have hit Unlock 1.0 here in India, but for all practical purposes, we are still under house arrest. In that sense, there is still plenty of scope for people to benefit from these life-altering realisations of mine.

Read on to learn how you can minimise your girth by maximising the lockdown.

1.      Nobody needs a fancy gym membership if they can summon a little creativity. For instance, while doing the dishes, keep the utensil basket an arm’s length away. This way, each time you rinse a vessel and reach out for the basket, you will be giving yourself an extensive arm workout. Bonus: if the menfolk refuse to help with chores, you could lure them saying the vessel-basket game will help them grow biceps (and if you’re a man reading this, don’t be an asshole – do your bit). 

2.      Want a perfectly trim tummy? Keep your laundry basket on the floor, bend down to pick each garment, and do a high jump when you land the garment on the clothesline. Bend, pick, aim, hop, repeat. Do this for twelve weeks and you will have Barbie’s waistline. Heck, you may even add an inch or two in height.

 3.      Pretend you are the Chairman of your housing society and that the idiot residents of the building will die without your scrutiny. Pace up and down the corridor of your floor for twenty minutes every day, while looking left and right, up and down in turns. Then repeat this exercise on the floor above, the floor below, and all the other floors of the building. In three months’ time, you will lose 20 kilos, your triple chin, and the motivation to donate your hard-earned money at the gym.

4.      Take charge of sweeping and mopping your house. If your family comprises as many women as mine, you are blessed. Your floor is likely to be covered with assorted hair strands – long, short, black, white, thick as wire, thin as my patience, and so on. If you try to sweep those pesky things off the floor, they will invariably get entangled with your broom, or worse, choke up your vacuum cleaner. Instead, bend down and scoop them up yourself, tying them up into neat little balls that you can gleefully toss out of the window into the bin. Then, throw your fancy new mop-with-a-handle away and pick up the traditional pochha** instead, going down on all fours à la Sakubai. Voila! In twelve weeks, you will grunt and groan your way to a Kardashian-style bum, minus any surgical intervention.

 5.      Most people turn to dumbbells and treadmills to lose weight, without realising that the most potent instrument of weight loss is, in fact, miniature humans. If you have children of your own, you already know this. But if not, I recommend this fool-proof exercise regime known as the Borrow-A-Kid method. If you don’t know whose kid to borrow, just put up a solicitation on Facebook. At least a dozen exasperated friends will rush to deposit the fruit of their loins at your doorstep. Once their children are yours to chase around, you will lose weight faster than Trump lost his conscience.

 6.      If you’re a teacher, motivational speaker, or just generally an Indian uncle, this must be a tough time for you. Considering that your life essentially revolves around giving advice, it must suck to have no one to enlighten. Well, this can be managed: just be your family’s official volunteer for grocery rounds. You will encounter quite a few people (the grocer, neighbours, security guards) en route, who might benefit from a sermon on how to safeguard against the virus. Not only will you get to disseminate gyaan like a guru, you will also burn your fair share of calories walking to the store and back. Two birds with one trip! Keep ‘em masks and gloves handy though, because the virus might be waiting to pounce on you.

 7.      If all else fails, pretend it’s Diwali. Replace the newspaper lining your cupboards. Clean the fans and tubelights. Air out the mattresses and rugs. Pull out your mum’s fancy crockery set – the one that belonged to her great-grand-mother and hasn’t been used in thirty years – and wipe each piece down with a muslin cloth. Toss your old soft toys into the washing machine. Round up all the sneakers that exist in the house, and clean one pair a day. If you’re a South Indian like me, you’re sure to have an ornate oil lamp made of brass. Those things get dull over time. Spend an hour looking at Buzzfeed videos on how to restore their glory, then pick up some ketchup / lemons / baking soda / whatever floats your boat, and get scrubbing. And if ALL of this doesn’t wear you out, ask the neighbours how you can be of help.

Come to think of it, the exodus of domestic help this lockdown, coupled with a total lack of things to do and the absence of Zomato, makes for the greatest Get-In-Shape moment in the history of modern civilisation. This is your chance – to prove yourself the ultimate domestic God(dess) while also growing the ultimate hot bod. Imagine the ‘Before’ and ‘After’ photo collage you’ll get to post on Instagram after all this is over. Heck, imagine the looks and hoots you’ll get when you walk out into the world 20 kilos leaner. Sounds delicious, eh?

Get going then. There is still enough time to join the revolution. *karela: An Indian vegetable, also referred to as bitter gourd

**pochha: A traditional mop used in India. You have to go down on your haunches to scrub the floor with this one. 

[winesvein]

Tagged By: @yngwiemalmsteens​. TY! <3

Who were you named after?  I wasn’t named after anyone -- my mom chose my name because she thought it, and its meaning, were the prettiest. :3

Last time you cried?  30 minutes ago. I will cry about anything, everything, and for almost anyone. So I just cried because I adore this baby boy, and I want to squeeze the life out of him. Please send help.

Do you like your handwriting?  I do! I usually write in a hybrid script + cursive. It’s mostly legible.

What is your favourite lunch meat?  Not gonna lie - I had to google what constituted a lunch meat.  My fave is probably chicken breast, though. 

Longest relationship?  10 years and counting. 

Do you still have your tonsils?  Yep.

Do you bungee jump?  Nope, but... I’m 50/50 on trying it someday. 

What is your favourite kind of cereal?  Whole grain cereals with like.. honey, granola, nuts.. maybe dark chocolate. They tend to be more filling, and ideal for late night snacking, or lazy mornings.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?  It depends on the shoe. Most of my sneakers, I just wiggle my foot out of, without any hassle. There’s a method to it. But it does make the heel of my left sneaker a little scuffed. :x

Do you think you’re strong willed?  Most of the time, yes. I have a feel for what battles I should fight, and while I’m still learning the art of compromise, I’ve gotten better at that with age.

Favourite Ice Cream?  ...Mint Choco Chip, or Dark Chocolate. :x

What is the first thing you notice about a person?  Their eyes. Their hands. The way they speak. Generally the way they carry and conduct themselves. The presence they have in a room. 

Football or baseball?  Neither. Formula1.

Favourite doughnut?  Call me a heathen, but doughnuts are not my scene. Lemon cake, please.

What music are you listening to?  Barbie & The Twelve Dancing Princesses Opening Theme. It is... 4AM. It’s playing in the background, while I download a pdf of Grimm’s Fairytales; I’m about to read the kids bedtime stories over Discord call.

If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?  Indigo or Blue Violet!

What is your favourite smell?  Petrichor is definitely one. But I also love: hibiscus, lavender, rainforest honey, crushed Caribbean cherries.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?  Mmm, a couple of the kids I “adopted”. I sincerely adore them, so much. My heart does the thing with them. Like they are. So cute. And so smart. And they’re just. Those are my kids. Those are my kids.

Hair colour?  Deep, dark chestnut. And there’s this clusterfuck of copper somewhere in the middle of that dark hair. It’s hilarious. 

Eye colour?  Dark brown.

Favourite food to eat?  Fruit or veggies! And I mean that so sincerely. 

Scary movies or happy ending?  I can’t do horror, but I’m not big on happy endings either, so much. I do enjoy a good tragedy. Break my heart. Make me feel the things. I am intimate with hurt.

Last movie you watched in a theater?  Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. I was invited to a watch party, with some fellow nerds. We met up for drinks after that, got tipsy, talked politics, religion, philosophy, and astronomy. I have never felt more at home.

What colour shirt are you wearing?  An old, oversized white tee with a faded crest. Yes, I’m aware this just asked for the colour. Sue me.

Favourite holiday?  Phagwah or Diwali, honestly.  Phagwah because few things are as satisfying as children, and adults, running through the streets, with coloured powder and water, to usher in spring.  Diwali because there’s something about the diyas, and lighting them with my friends and family. There’s something about the time of year, and the atmosphere. 

Beer or wine?  Wine. Or vodka. Or liqueur. 

Night owl or morning person?  Night Owl, since I’ve known myself. I love the hours from dusk until dawn. I love watching the stars blinking into view one by one, hearing the crickets, the way everything slooowly grinds to a halt. It’s very peaceful. 

Favourite day of the week?  Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. Thursday because it’s a very oddly specific time of the week, where you know the weekend is here, and you can feel the time ticking. Friday because I can spend their evenings winding down. Saturday because I spend those with friends and family, 9/10 times.

Favourite animal? Lions. Dragons. Phoenixes. 

Do you have a pet?  I do not, unless you count this one person who is too cute to be a person, because they’re more like a kitten. 

Where would you like to travel?  E V E R Y W H E R E.  But mainly across Asia, the Middle East, and parts of Europe.

[toosarcasticstudent]

Lost Calendar

Ironic enough to lose your satanic settlements to the unholy masters of subtle distress. Vague thoughts of our minds have blinded us in the social dilemma of being right. Out of my order of discretion, but someone sometimes has to jump out of their mental state of being in love and be a part of ruth reality. 

'LOVE', apparently a word with a humongous definition carrying all the meaning of life but metaphorically it has evolved to be of a low morale. All social intelligent fools claim love to be as underrated as it is overrated. Indeed it's a beautiful feeling but it brings all the virtues of life in a legitimate way to criminalize one's mentality. 

It was winter 2019 when I was falling for someone, an angel of my dreams. It was like all the mystic forces of this holy and unholy universe were in our favors and all the falling stars prayed for us to be together. 

None had any idea it was a rat trap with cheese tempting to be a prey of a toxic authority which was going to rule over us. It was all gloomy at that glance. Lilies were showering over us sunflowers were glooming facing us although we were 2800 kms apart but none of that mattered. How romantic it could be when you waited hours, days and at times even weeks for just a video call since my angel's family had no idea how the roses were blessing our love. And soon here we were, vacations and our chance to finally meet after 2 months. Tons of plans to meet daily, spend our day together, enjoy the festivities of the moment together and yes, it all worked out. We did exactly as we planned. Although we had small fights, well love is incomplete if you don't fight. Isn't it? It was a moment to cherish and celebrate in the heavenly Garden which was her heart for me. And soon we started to know each other's families. I sometimes wonder how small things can cheer you up in a way like none other can. She just told her sister and my heart pumped out of happiness to be a part of her family. My whole family knew about her since day one. It was soon time when we were all in a global pandemic situation. World was dying and locked up in their houses but good for us, we had more time to stay together. Our houses were merely 3 kms apart. Even though it was locked down all around, no entities could stop us from meeting. It was not difficult at all to arrange a travel pass to roam around the whole city without any restrictions for me since I was working in distribution of masks. But our fights took a different turn then, my angel never sounded so unholy, she started to sound then but who cares when you are in love right? Everything is fair in love. She even tried to cheat on me once then but why should it matter to me. I was blinded with a flower bind of love. We resolved that issue with a love bind that would never be an option again. I could never imagine if I could love someone or something like my angel. I went out of my way to be a servant to her desires. Be it her, her sister, her sister's boyfriend, her brother, her friends or anyone related to her, I made sure I was always there to be at service. Soon this became quotidian, she demanded for stuff and if by any reason I couldn't fulfil it, my family was the one to face her wrath with all the ruthless words one could bear. But it was love right? And everything is fair in love? I didn't even bother to give that a thought and let it be as it was. My angel was my whole world and she could never be wrong. I took all of it in her innocence since she was 2 years younger to me. Since I was head over heels in love with my angel and wanted her all to me so indeed it was quite obvious to be possessive towards her and in my case, I was over possessive. My typical problem was having problems with all her guy friends and because of this she lost almost all of her friends. And why should I not practice such an awful act of drifting her away from her friends, she tried to cheat on me once. Although I was very wrong doing that. I even tried to stop her from wearing dresses. You know, typical Indian orthodoxic thinking, but no, I didn't stop her to do that because of my sick old school mentality but because we were in a small town and considering our reputation in the town makes her at a risk of facing worse things. The Cinderella of my dreams never understood this and we fought and fought over the short intervals regarding the same. Nevertheless, it is pretty normal to have arguments in a relationship and even more normal to get it to the end where my dream girl shatters all my emotions by abusing me and my family. She never resisted doing such things even while having a small friendly argument. But who cares when everything is sugar coated in the love you feel for someone. Over the period of time, we had so many small fights until November, to be precise, November her, while approaching her birthday. Let me rewind our story to October end, when I traveled all the way from Dubai to Gwalior, traveling 13 hours overnight just to surprise her to celebrate my birthday with her. We also had plans to celebrate Diwali together and I didn't want to miss that chance as it was our first Diwali together. On my birthday, it was just us both planning a fancy lunch date and the only thing expected from her was to wear a dress of my choice, while she was the one always fighting with me to wear such dresses. Guess what?, my barbie didn't give me that as my birthday gift. But okay, all I did was travel all the way from one country to another to celebrate my birthday with her, it was not even a big deal, wearing that dress was obviously one. Anyway, it was a pretty good time celebrating festivals together except for the fact that I lost my dog in a road accident which took place just in front of my eyes. She tended to be there for me then as my princess but the princess seldom had a slip of tongue to taunt me on his death while I still am suffering from the PTSD of losing him even after 7 months of the accident. Yeah, so her birthday, November end. I wanted to celebrate her birthday party with me but being stuck in Dubai it was nearly impossible for me to travel back then. I tried to convince my darling girl to celebrate it with me, while I will be back to her in 15 days after her birthday and promised her to celebrate it with a bash. All in vain, as she was the queen of her dreams, she celebrated it without me. We had quite a few arguments over this but all I was in dreamy love. I had plans to travel back to India in January 1st week but rescheduled my trip to December end just to be there to pick her up from her school's farewell party. After all Cinderella needed a ride home. It was a mess anyway, I didn't like her being so close to any other guy in the pictures, and we almost broke up. 

That day was the beginning of the end of our gloomy love story. Since then, we had fights every single day, every single time, from talking to every single moment of our day to not talking for 2-3 days. She kept on blocking me everywhere quite often but it didn't actually stop me from loving her. I kept on begging her not to do this but nothing could convince my doll. I came back to Dubai and only texts she used to send me were to end things up since she claimed that she never wanted this relationship and was just bored enough during lockdown to get out of this relationship. It was like the heavenly garden was opening the doors of hell for me. 

One day, I broke all the couth ethics and invaded the privacy of my barbie. I spied on her to find that a guy was flirting with her and she was entertaining it. Losing my mental peace, I asked her to block him immediately to get the denial of it. After confronting her about it, to my astonishment she decided to end things with me and chose to bad mouth me to that guy. We didn't talk for a few days which brought me to deep desperation. We fixed things up for the time being and I promised to never spy on her again. 

It was not going very good between but my angel was all in a mood to shatter things up, she called me up one day to tell that she was going out with her friends to a party in which there would be a guy who had a thing with her in the past and I obviously didn't like that guy but I knew my angel would never break my trust. And the next thing I knew was her sending me snaps hugging him. My heart almost pumped out after seeing that, she was quite drunk that day. I was on my way to see the doctor since I was feeling anxious when she called me up to tell me that I was never the love of her life but that guy was. This led to my immediate breakdown and next thing I knew was my friends rushing me to the emergency ward of a hospital while me being temporarily paralyzed lying on a wheelchair because of the anxiety attack. My parents, 2800 kms away from me, were worried about me. This brings to an obvious notice that my mom asked one of my friends to text my doll with all the rage to stay away from me. This brought to the end but I didn't want to. We still talked and tried to fix things. I don't know what was she upset about but since she was my princess, she had all the rights to. 

I tried convincing her of my failures and one fine day she called me up and told me that she loves me and wants to get back. I was more than happy with that thought but my possessive soul wanted me to spy more on her. I found her flirting around with three different guys and almost getting into a relationship with them. It was the worst nightmare coming true. I told her that I know about all this which left her all in tears and apparent guilt or was my barbie just shedding crocodile tears? We thought of giving it a break for a few days just to get over the trauma of what happened and the fun part was nothing made her fix her mistakes but to make things worse. She met the brother of one of those guys in his home and also went out with different guys during that course of time. I never wanted to be a villain to my princess but I couldn't control myself then. I unleash my wrath upon her which left her leaving behind all of her friends just to show me that she is trying to fix all of that. 

Very next day, my doll's sister called me up to show her anger towards me for bringing her sister into depression. Ironically it was all my fault. Perhaps it could be, since she is my princess. It was all going reverse then, it was her who was trying her best to get back with me and fix things up but the extent of damage had crossed all the boundaries until then. It was not easy to let go of my mind what happened and I realized to be the King of my vision and let things go off. Although I didn't want to, I wanted to be a part of my life always but this could not have been possible now. It was all gone. My princess scattered from a beautiful snake to a butterfly and flew away. I wonder if it was not love then what was it? 

Seduction of human adorable life is worth more than thousand wonders available in this social dance of human disaster. 

All of this broke me into a thousand pieces, seeing my goddess oh heaven turn into queen of hell. I never cried for anything in my life, but her. She made me fall into tears every single day. The beauty of this love story was that it never existed. Towards the end, it was me who sent my metaphoric doll tons of voice recordings while I was crying out loud in literal tears and loud noises to stop doing this to me and bind our souls, she was unaffected but expected me to be responsive when she shed her apparent tears. 

Sometimes, life is not fair, people come into your life to define what your legit life could be. My dreams of starring her in the blockbuster film of my life shattered at once. I am left alone once again in this cruel democratic world. My eyes rolling down to find true love, my heart struggling to accept that love exists. My brain demotivates me to open up while my soul still knows, someone, somewhere, out there will come to rescue this dying soul in the fertility of Satan, seduced by demons. In this spherical ball of billions of entities, my life revolves in a box of love with limiting down my mental interaction with those who love, while I crave for someone who can be a part of my little, cuddly world.

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