#dumala

[zhalmeninas]

this song will be the end of me istg

[singhni-kirandeep-kaur-khalsa]

[swnamii]

!!!

[onlinesikhstore]

Sarbloh dumala kesh hair shashtar kara sikh kaur singh khalsa taksali black oo4

Sarbloh Dumala Kesh Hair Shashtar Kara SIKH Kaur Singh Khalsa Taksali Black

Design: OO4

Sarbloh (pure iron) shastars.

Beautiful hand made design.

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Sarbloh shastars - Handmade design

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Main Colour: Black

Main Stone: No Stone

Modified Item: No

Type: Sikh Dumala Shashtar

Gender: Unisex

Country/Region of Manufacture: India

Certification: OnlineSikhStorwe

Main Material/ Metal: Sarbloh

MPN: NO

[schizografia]

A Gentle Spirit di Piotr Dumala

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[nrdmssgs]

Making Nikto a meal from his homeland 🥺

Maybe learning enough Russian to say that you care for him?

Masterlist

Love, I kinda-sorta have something similar here, but, I'm ready to feed this sweet guy his favorite meals on a daily basis.

Nikto doesn't get sentimental when it comes to his homeland. At least not when others are around. His house is not full of Russian books, shelves are not littered with trinkets from there, he doesn't watch films from his childhood with you. It might seem, that he's just indifferent to his own past, but you suspect, this is not the case.

He's stubborn, headstrong, “don't understand, what's there to miss” each time you ask him about his childhood. But notice little cracks in his demeanor, when he pauses a little too long, seeing something, that reminds him of home. It can be a dilapidated prefab panel block, any other person would avoid looking at. You already remember its funny name - 'panelka'. Sometimes it's just a streetlamp, captivating a gloving cone of snowflakes swirling around. You believe, there is no particular name for this, but in moments like this Nikto's gaze grows distant, and he mutters 'kak v detststve'.

You don't know what that means. The problem with Russian is that it's so terribly complicated to distinguish spoken words, that you fail to even write down what Andre is saying to himself in such situations to try to translate it later. When you ask him to teach you more words - he pulls a pitiful face and huffs.

"You don't need Russian."

It seems, he doesn't realize, how much you do need it. Because the cracks are right there, before your eyes. And behind them - his aching heart. Skipping a beat before an old ugly house, freezing under that streetlamp.

It's enough of joy to him to just open the door of your shared place and hear you there right away. You are enough for him to not be bothered by anything missing from his life.

That is why he's confused, when you meet him at the door and don't let take a single step in, before you recite a little speech, that you brought together with the help of online videos, some of your friends and a good dozen of dictionaries.

"...Ya skuchalali i dumala o tebya i potomy prigotovila odnu vesh`*"

He doesn't care for your little mistakes. Nikto pulls his mask and balaclava off, and you see little crinkles gathering around the corners of pale blue eyes. This man's eyes can scare, paralyze, haunt, but also - smile, shine with a silent, yet obvious gratitude. And something almost elusive - softness grows more present deep in his gaze with each your word.

You finish your speech and take his hand to lead him to the kitchen, but he pulls you back for a hug.

"Idi syuda*." And he hides you in his arms, softly cups the back of your head and buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. This phrase you know already: he uses it, when he desperately craves your proximity. His way of calling you to come closer, when all the languages, he speaks, mix together, or he's just tired.

No words shared afterwards - only soft touches, breaths calming down, deepening. Maybe you considered learning a few sentences in Russian not a big deal, but to him this means a lot. You, caring for the parts of his life, that even Nikto himself gave up on.

When you finally pull him to show, what you cooked, he's speechless. It takes some time to convince him to come closer to the dinner table. Such a powerful, dangerous animal, he now walks in the tiniest cautious step. As a wild dog, not sure, if he's about to get a treat or to get captured.

You giggle and point to every bowl, telling him, how you made it. It was a battle to remember, so many youtube vids watched, so many tries and fails now you have mad respect to all those Russian, babushkas...

You fall silent, when he slowly squats down, resting his chin on the edge of the table. He looks struck, disarmed and lost.

"All that... for me?" he asks barely audible, and you nod enthusiastically.

Nikto takes a deep breath and exhales familiar words.

"Kak v detstve*"

You are still not sure, what does it mean, but judging by how much kisses he gives you, this 'kakvdetstve' thing makes him really happy. A kiss after every second bite. Andre can't concentrate on either tasting your delicious food or tasting your soft blushing cheeks, so he combines two experiences.

He doesn't let go of you even a few hours later, when you two are in your bed already. You slowly fall asleep to the low rumble and purr of his breathing. Your face pressed to his chest, and the drape of his arm warmer than any blanket. The span of his fingers over your chest is a heavy comfort. You brought him home today and the only thing, he wishes for is to do the same for you.

...Ya skuchalali i dumala o tebya i potomy prigotovila odnu vesh`* - I missed you and thought about you, so I cooked you something. (although intentionally with mistakes)

Idi syuda* - come here

Kak v detstve* - like it was in the childhood

[taxi-davis]

MTV night mare/“Horses” animated by Piotr Dumala

[singhni-kirandeep-kaur-khalsa]

who wanna give me hot shower

[misfit-among-the-angels]

Slaps so much! 😍

This bands is making me so happy

[onlinesikhstore]

Sarbloh dumala kesh hair shashtar kara sikh kaur singh khalsa taksali red oo3 Sarbloh Dumala Kesh Hair Shashtar Kara SIKH Kaur Singh Khalsa Taksali Red Design: OO3 Sarbloh (pure iron) shastars. Beautiful hand made design. Please see attached photos for more information. Limited stock is left. Follow us on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter #OnlineSikhStore #SikhArtefacts Sarbloh shastars - Handmade design Please do not forget to add us to your favourite sellers list and keep looking at our listings, we are going to launch a wide range of brooches and a big variety of SMART Fashions Jewellery for parties and evening wear very soon. We are UK based supplier smartfashions.co.uk. Items can be collected from our shop in Rochester, Kent, UK. Please check 100% positive feedback received for this item. Postage discount will be given for multibuys. Gender: Unisex Modified Item: No Country/Region of Manufacture: India Certification: OnlineSikhStorwe Main Material/ Metal: Sarbloh Type: Sikh Dumala Shashtar MPN: NO Main Colour: Red Main Stone: No Stone

[gametriprant]

Tagged by @misfit-among-the-angels, thank you!

Favorite Color: Purple, black, red.

Last Song: Dumala by Go_A

Currently Reading: Classic Tales of Detection & Adventure by Edgar Allan Poe

Craving: Coffee and sex

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[sparkly-skies]

Go_A - Dumala

The visuals of the video are really, really pretty, you should watch it ✨

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who wished to be happy. There was also a belief that it was a very bad sign to be born on Wednesday. It happened to our girl, so people were trying to convince her that it was impossible to be happy due to her bad luck. «You need to have wealth, fame, good health, a big house, a rich husband and unearthly beauty to be happy!» - they said. The list was endless because everyone saw «happiness» in strange things. «It’s not real happiness!» - the girl said, but nobody wanted to listen to her. People around considered her careless and strange. And one day, the girl noticed that people who teach her about happiness are unhappy themselves. They had wealth, fame, and a big house, but their eyes looked sad and indifferent. Those people did not see the beauty of the world surrounding them, but always saw reasons to be sad. The girl’s smile only made them angry. One day there was a loud thunder that woke up the people, and they realized that something bad was coming. People were scared and some of them ran away trying to take all the goods which they had been earning for their entire life. Other people were in panic since they couldn’t choose which things are the most valuable for them and which they should take away. The girl watched how danger gets closer and closer, but she was calm. The most precious thing in her life was her love for her land and her home. Suddenly she noticed brave people who tried to stop the darkness until it was too late. There were people with a strong spirit, they couldn’t let evil conquer the whole world, so they chose to fight. The girl decided to stay and shine for those brave people who went deep into the darkness. She helped them to feel that they are not alone and someone waits for them at their homes. That day, everybody realized that misery doesn’t ask if you are wealthy or what kind of breed you are. The misery comes to give as a challenge and our future depends on how we pass it. Only when it’s getting dark, you can see those who can shine. To those who haven’t run away.

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