#yazhs

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[daily-instruments]

Daily Instrument — Yazh

The yazh is an ancient tamil openstringed polyphonous instrument. The yazh’s popularity was lost once the veena came around. The instrument’s head is carved into an animal called yali. Yazh’s come in 4 types, Periyazh (21 stringed) Makarayazh (19 stringed) Cakotayazh (14 strings) and Cenkottiyazh (7 strings).  The yazh has a wooden bowl resonator with skin on the top with a stem as a neck with gut strings.

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

A weird idea I got that might make it into Worn Thin: Plastic Man turning into a harp when Meister is actually in one of his shops. Because I like the idea of things turning into a horror show as he turns his head when Batman finally finds him and Plas tries to bite him. (My Plas never forgave Batman over the contingency plans and is basically in trauma recovery with Meister.)

First drawing is just Meister's main harp/yazh.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

True - a Magnus Archives fic

A group chat.

A bad realization.

A good realization.

A beautiful moment, much deserved.

A Magnus Monsterverse fic.

P.S. This is my 100th fic on AO3! Of course, I had to make it TMA.

AO3

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Here’s the thing about handling cosmic horror that the movies simply never seemed to address: you still have to live life. Shower and shave, shop for groceries, do the dishes. Wash the linens, work the job, walk the streets.

I’d been so trapped in the cycle of it all before, when I was human, that I’d barely recognized it for how absurd it was, but now? After spending damn near a thousand years as a cosmic horror, and suddenly slammed back into it all while still dealing with the mess? Pardon my whine, but this was really unfair.

Martin had to go to work, delivering baked goods. I didn’t want him to, but he did.

I had to go to work. I didn’t want to, and… maybe could have gotten away with not doing it (Callum’s idea of finding lost treasures was a really solid one), but I knew I needed proper income, and that pesky socialization aspect, and… I wanted to make Martin proud.

All of that to say I had to wash our sheets and dry the dishes before I even left for work, and I grumped like an idiot the whole time.

The Eye finally found a way to turn my mood, and kept me occupied with the fascinating history of the yazh—a stunning harp in the shape of a mythological yali from ancient Tamil tradition—which had been extinct in my world, but here become a  major instrument in classical and jazz performances. It even featured heavily in rap. They came in all shapes now, but most still bore the original: a fascinating combination of part lion, part elephant and part horse.

Glorious stuff. Delicious trivia. It lifted my mood even as I headed out, locking the door, and took my trek to work.

Quiet London was one I couldn’t fully understand. But then, I hadn’t fully understood my world, either—hadn't known just how much of everything was determined, driven, fueled by fear. Everything everyone did back then was for fear; fear of being alone, of being unloved, of being hated, of being chased, of being found out, of being sick, of being blind, of being controlled… it was so damned obvious, now that I saw it clearly. The Fears had already ruled our world, though it still felt more balanced than this.

But here… no. Here , that was not the case.

This society was entirely built on guilt. It wasn’t the same thing as fear of being caught or found out, or fear of being followed, or fear of being seen hunted. It was the absolute certainty of current, unavoidable guilt. As if they’d all, to a one, murdered their grandmothers, and nothing could ever make it right.

I did a little peeking as I walked. Infants felt terrible (how? Their brains weren’t developed enough!) and so cried less than they ought. Children played quietly, with minimal eye-contact, as though hiding terrible family secrets. Teenagers sullenly trudged through schooling and career plans, knowing they deserved nothing, fearful of adding more to their unexplained debt.

And I could see the results. Yes; crime was very low. Injuries happened rarely—guilt can often lead to caution. The world was very green. Environmental exploitation would not happen while those with power had enough on their consciences without adding ruining the natural world to the mix. 

I was so bloody torn. So many things were so much better than where I’d come from. How could I fault a quieter world, a more respectful human, a healthier ecosystem?

I could definitely fault the side-effects. The stunted relationship, the tainted happiness, the poisoned peace. Is there really no true joy? I asked the Eye. In response, it gave me fiction, and I suddenly knew.

I’ve never fully grasped the love of fiction. Simply learning things was escapism for me, no matter how dire my topic. But for most, I understand, they need fiction as an escape from life.

It isn’t a bad thing. Even elephants daydream; somehow, our development into sapience involves the survival skill of imagination, stories, fiction. Here, though… here, it was not mere pleasurable escape. Here, it was desperately needed medicine.

They could not know pure and simple love; it would always be tainted, and sticky with secrets they felt too shamed to share. They could not even bring themselves to love outside the ways current societal norms claimed as right.

But fantasy could.

Fantasy romance could be open, without secrets, without shame. Could love and share and experiment without fear of censure or guilt; could live a life of actual smiles, real, meeting gazes without hesitation, with nothing to hide. Or, even if they did, nothing that would destroy anyone.

This went beyond just romance, of course, but this particular aspect was hitting me so hard because… I had that. I had the fantasy relationship. I had the fictional love. What I had with Martin was, in this world, impossible.

Fear spiked for a moment. Was it too good to be true? Was it wrong? Were we somehow lying to each other?

No. I knew we were not. And I suddenly also knew why: the first thing Martin had done when I’d come to myself enough to speak to him in Sasha’s hospital was forgive me for forcing him to kill me.

And it hadn’t even been me he’d killed—but I’d taken it as forgiveness for myself. I had taken it, and wrapped it around me, and soaked it into my skin, and without meaning to, made myself immune to the terrible god that ruled this world.

And I did that because Jonah was right: I am something other (though I will not use the word 'god'), and could do that with what I’d been given. Then, because I can make changes, I did it to other people, too.

I freed them. Freed them from guilt, because I had been freed. And now, a dead, fake Nikola had asked me to do the same for the whole world. (So had Jonah, but I didn’t really want to think about him, so.)

And to think: all of this happened because of the love of Martin Blackwood.

I wore a goofy smile as I entered spooky Owlwood library, and Spider Martin knew better than to mess with me today. He just nodded and closed his office door.

That’s right. You’d better leave me alone at the moment. I wanted to think about Martin and decide my next steps.

But mostly, think about Martin.

#

My phone began blowing up about half an hour from shift’s end. 

I hid between stacks to see what on earth made it constantly buzz, and was startled to discover some kind of weird messaging app I’d never seen before. (I had not, to be fair, explored the phone. The Eye assured me this app had been on there the whole time. Ah, well.)

It was some group chat. I’d not been added before, so this got confusing very quickly.

SwirlyEyes: Did you have to?

RainyGrave: Yes. Hi, Sims.

MoreSwirlyEyes: He’s not going to answer you. He’s about as technologically apt as that tree.

SwirlyEyes: Don’t be rude.

Wriggles: Jon, if you’re reading this, we need your advice. We have a situation.

LightningStrike: Really? Just putting it out there like that. Really?

Wriggles: What? It’s not like anybody can read this who isn’t added.

FuckYouAll: Somebody change his username to Cataracts. Because old.

SwirlyEyes: LOL!

MoreSwirlyEyes: Oh gods yes.

RainyGrave: that’s just mean, Cal. Five stars.

Wriggles: Can we please focus? Some of us have work in an hour.

What on God’s green earth? Dare I answer? Did I want to get into this? What the hell?

Wriggles: Please, Jon, I’m absolutely certain you’re reading thi

A moment of silence.

FuckYouAll: You okay, Jane?

Wriggles: Sorry. Damn spider got my fly. I can’t see him anymore, but I swear he was looking at his phone.

LightingStrike: At work? Gasp! Untenable! Unacceptable use of company time!

Cataracts: What on earth are you all blabbering about?

RainyGrave: There’s the man. Hi, Jon. Sorry to bother you like this, but we have a conundrum.

Silence.

Damn it. They were waiting for me to reply.

Well, they could bloody wait. I had work. I—

Spider Martin leaned around a shelf. “It’s all right, Jon. I’ll still pay you, of course, but go ahead and take off.”

I stared at him. “Well, that wasn’t creepy whatsoever.”

“Do you want that raise, by the way?” he said.

I faced him, hands on my hips. “I swear to hell, if you’re spying on me and Martin…”

He put his hands up. “I swear I’m not. Just… well, suspected you’d realized sometime last night that you really weren’t getting paid enough for what we were asking you do to, so I’m offering.”

I rubbed my face. Could I really be that predictable?

Yes! said the Eye happily, and offered to show me snake facts.

Later, I told It, because I did like snake facts, but this wasn't the time. “Fine.” I left the cart right where it was (take that!) and headed to the bathroom.

#

This place hadn’t been updated since the sixties. The tile was an absolutely hideous pink.

They’d continued without me.

LightningStrike: You scared him away.

RainyGrave: We didn’t. Give him a minute. I trust him.

MoreSwirlyEyes: You shouldn’t. He’s a coward.

Cataracts: Excuse me?

MoreSwirlyEyes: Gotcha.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

Cataracts: What do you people want?

LightningStrike: Martin’s birthday is next week. We’re trying to plan something that won’t spook him, won’t be too much people-shit, but still shows we all care.

Next week? His birthday wasn’t—

Cataracts: (is typing)

And I froze.

My Martin had been born in March. This Martin had been born in February. 

Numbness crept over me. 

Cataracts: I don’t know how to navigate that yet. Could I get back to you with a prompt reply?

FuckYouAll: HAHAHAHA

RainyGrave: Be nice.

FuckYouAll: (a gif of a decrepit old man, walking shakily with a cane)

What had I done to deserve that? Pfft.

(Born in February.)

I genuinely wasn’t sure how to reply.

(Not born in March.)

Cataracts: If you’re willing to give me a day or two, I can provide an answer, but I will require patience.

(February not March Februrary not—)

FuckYouAll: (gif of a gravestone with R.I.P on it, and a foam “#1” hand rising out of the soil like some weird, cheerful zombie)

SwirlyEyes: Sure, but hurry. It’s not easy to plan these things. We need time.

Cataracts: I thank you for your patience.

FuckYouAll: HAHAHA

I put the phone on silent, leaned on the pig-pink sink, and hid my face in my hands.

#

He was Martin.

He loved me.

I loved him.

At this point, if we didn’t, it would have fallen apart.

This was not the Martin I knew.

I…

Might have cried, a little. After all, now, I had to grieve.

The Eye had known all along. Martin is dead.

No, no, I…

No, he wasn’t dead, he was waiting for me in our flat. He…

Sobs wracked my body, whatever the hell my body was. Tears and snot came in volume. What the fuck were my tears made of, anyway? Melted eyes? Did it matter?

My Martin was dead. Really. He was.

But this was my Martin. He… was now?

I don’t recall sitting on the floor, my back to cold and pig-pink tile, wrapping around my legs and sobbing, but that’s where I was when Spider Martin found me.

He was the last person I wanted to see. “Oh, gods, go away,” I said through a stuffed nose and hoarse voice.

Instead, he sat across from me, cross-legged. “Thought you’d reach this point later, to be honest.”

“What?” I said.

“He’s yours. You’re his. You’d die for each other. You love each other. All right? All of it is real.”

Oh, hell, I couldn’t play his games right now. He knew everything, anyway. “Mine… he died.”

“A version of him did. But this is still him. You know it is. I mean, go ahead and cry it out,” said Spider Martin as if being merely practical. “But don’t dismiss the life you’ve built here over months because of this hard fact.”

I shook my head, over and over, a denial. “I don’t know how to navigate this!”

“Do you love him?”

My heart did not hesitate. “Yes!”

“Then?” Spider Martin gestured.

I stared at him.

“He. Killed. You,” Spider Martin said slowly, each word a nail. “But he loves you, just the same, and you forgiving him for that is everything.”

“But he didn’t kill me. ”

“He did.”

Was I really getting relationship counseling from an agent of the Web? “Why are you in here?”

“As I said, you hit this sooner than we expected,” said Spider Martin.

Which meant I was probably being watched by some spider somewhere. Ugh. There are always spiders somewhere.

Do you want to see where? the Eye chirped.

No, I did not want to see where. “I can’t do this.”

“Does Martin love you?” said Spider Martin, fully acknowledging they were not the same being.

Again, my heart knew. “Yes.”

“Then you can. That’s what you need. It’s not for everybody, but you? You need someone to fight for. You need connect. You need to be loved, and you have it in him.”

My fists clenched. “Which I suppose you arranged. ”

“Didn’t have to. He came that way.”

I looked away.

“Jon,” said Spider Martin, almost gently. “This isn’t about you, as horrible as it is. I know you’re grieving. I’m sorry it happened. But you need to focus on where you are now, or that thing will get you.”

“That… what?” I looked up.

“You lost your Martin. Right? How does it make you feel?”

“What the f… how could you ask me that?” I cried.

“Guilty?” he said.

I stared.

“Grieve,” said Spider Martin, “like he already has, because he had to. But then don’t stay there, or all is lost.”

“Why is there only one of me?” I suddenly blurted, because that was implied in what he’d said, that I was the only chance, though damned if I knew why.

“I don’t know. The Mother doesn’t know—but it’s disturbing,” said Spider Martin. “It’s a piece we haven’t figured out how to fit into the puzzle yet.”

“But you have ideas. You have a guess.”

“Just guesses, Jon, nothing substantial.”

“Tell me.”

I didn’t mean to make him. It wasn’t my intent. I was just… trying to be… I wasn’t trying anything. I was just demanding as one wounded, weeping human does.

His whole body jerked as if I’d snapped his spine, and spiders crawled in his mouth, and his eyes briefly rolled back, and then the Mother stopped fighting. “Ow,” Spider Martin said a moment later, all back in order again like that hadn’t happened. “Did you have to do that?”

I stared.

He answered me, anyway. “Our guess is whoever this guilt-god is, it hates you personally. It has gone to lengths—we think—to ensure none of your versions survive; and any Manuela has found died before she could rescue them. The simple fact is that you were too powerful for it to off, and that gives us quite a bit of hope.”

“But that would mean it can reach into other worlds and influence them,” I said, horrified. 

“Yes, it would, wouldn’t it? Which maybe it couldn’t normally, but Manuela has pierced the Veil.”

“What is the bloody Veil?” I said.

“Think of it like the lens of the eye. A clear shield between worlds: inside sight, and outside of it.”

That shouldn’t make sense to me, but by Georgie, it sort of did. I stared.

Spider Martin shook his head. “You need to get home. Ground yourself. Focus.”

“I…”

“He loves you. You love him. He’s grieved you. You need to grieve him… but don’t stay there. All right?”

“You’re just upsetting,” I said quietly.

“Yes, well. That comes with the territory,” said Spider Martin with great and terrible cheer. And then he left. Just got up and left. 

Which was good. I couldn’t stand looking at him for one more moment. Just another not my Martin.

Human minds and hearts couldn’t handle this. Mine couldn’t. But I… I wasn’t human. 

“Does he love me?” I whispered, though I already knew.

And It showed me.

Showed me Martin’s soft smile as he came from his little studio, just smiling at my back though I couldn’t see him, because my presence made him happy.

Showed me his anxiety, pacing, as I lay in Sasha’s hospital before I’d even come back to myself, weeping and dealing with everything alone.

Showed me his horror when I’d collapsed.

Showed me his joy when I was able to sleep (and I’d no idea he’d watched me doing that like it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever known).

Showed me Martin talking to Peter Lukas. It’ll weaken you, Lukas was saying. I mean, it’s your choice, so if that’s what you want to do, then by all means do it, but know the cost.

As if the cost matters, Martin had said. I love him. I love him with all of me. That’s worth any bloody cost, Peter.

Peter had nodded. Best of luck. I hope it makes you happy.

It already has, he’d said, with that smile.

I knew his soul. I knew his taste. I knew him. And it finally hit me: whether or not he was the one I'd known, he was my Martin now. He knew my soul, too, and we had chosen each other.

I didn’t understand how this worked, but we had a love between us that this world literally had never seen, and I would not let it go. I sat in that for a long moment, trying to grasp it, trying to see; were we meant to be? Inevitable attraction? Were other people just ferrous metals to me?

It didn't matter. What did was my Martin, whom I loved. I suddenly knew what that party would be about, and I pulled out my phone to send the group chat a message.

SwirlyEyes: Oh my fuck. Really?

RainyGrave: That’s beautiful. I’m in. Right, Mike?

LightningStrike: Shut up.

RainyGrave: Never.

FuckYouAll: Flirting stays out of the chat, for fuck’s sake.

I smiled. Washed my face. I had a stop to make before getting home.

#

Martin had baked. 

He did it all the time, of course, since it was the job he’d cobbled together, including delivering orders around London, but this wasn’t that kind of baking. This was nervous baking, because I was late, and he wanted to cling to me, and knew that wouldn’t help either of us, and was trying to be an adult.

I loved him so damn much. “I’m home.”

He wore the pink frilly apron. He’d gotten chocolate smears on it. He pulled me in for a kiss and I melted even more than the chocolate had. “What happened?” he said. “You’re two hours late.”

I sighed. “First off, know that they’re all planning a party for your birthday next week.”

He made such a face. “I hate those.”

I laughed lightly. “I know, but… I’ve done what I could to mitigate, so it won’t be too bad. But that’s not why I’m late.”

His eyes widened. “Please tell me something else didn’t attack you.”

“No.” And I’d planned it the whole way home, and rehearsed it in my head, and now my heart was racing (or whatever I had in there), and my knees were weak (eye-balls instead of joints, for all I knew), and I almost wanted to throw up, but I would not do that now. I would not.

I got down on one knee.

He stared. “Jon?”

It had taken an hour to choose the ring. I showed him now, opening the case, and ignoring how badly my hands shook. “Martin K. Blackwood.” My voice broke, but I would not be deterred. “Will you marry me?”

My teeth chattered just a little. The nerves were unreal.

He put his hands over his mouth. Tears spilled. “Really?”

“Really. I found this for you and everything.” It was a beautiful ring. White gold, forged with subtle ocean waves all around it. “I love you. Please say yes.”

“Of course I’m saying yes, you absolute…” He couldn’t figure out what word should follow, but fell to his knees and pulled me in and kissed me so much that I dropped the ring, and we had to crawl around to find it, and we were both laughing and both crying, and I put it on him and we both kissed and cried some more and got each other very wet, and didn’t even get off the bloody floor for twenty-three minutes.

He’d said yes.

Because he was mine, and I was his. This was here. This was now.

Martin said yes, and he was mine.

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Notes:

Happy 100th fic for me! I HAD to go sappy with this one, even though it's also angsty. (Come to think of it, that's sort of my brand.) Anyway. :D Want to hear the yazh?

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New follower idea? (also new tumblr)

Heya!

It's been like 2.5 yrs I think since the last time I posted here - I very much burned out, left Skyrim alone for a while, got very heavily into recording music/VGM stuff as well as working on my professional career (which is honestly for the best) - but I recently came back to playing Skyrim, saw all the updates and new followers, and decided...

1 - the type of character I wanted to make Yazh into... has been made! Honestly, it makes me really happy because at the time, there were like no custom-voice acted female orc followers, we need more orcs. Unfortunately, this kind of made Yazh redundant XD Her bad music jokes and love of mushrooms will remain frozen in time for now (and tbf, at the time I had just graduated from music school so that's all I could really think of. I still think Jonathas Cagus and Shun-burr's 12-tone serialist theory could be pretty funny though)

2 - I have a new mod idea. I can use most of what I set up for Yazh, but this is a very different character with a completely different theme, which I think will be fun :)

Before retiring Yazh though, I will say - it was fantastic to work on her, as I was honestly very depressed that year with COVID and me being burnt out from school and the lack of live performance opportunities. Working on Yazh really helped me move through that time period and into doing more and more recording work - she was a bit of a commentary on both the immigrant experience (I'm 2nd gen) and reaching for a dream, and there was a lot of me in her character as she was written. But I'm also really excited to move forward.

So! Here's a link to the new blog that'll have updates going forward (it's also a proper mainblog, so I can actually reply properly to people and have messages). Here's to the future :)

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📞 Book your appointment : 74188 79188 📍Yazh @ VGM Hospital, Singanallur Coimbatore. 🥼10 AM to 4 PM (All Days)

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Indian Native Instruments You’ve Probably Never Heard Of

India’s musical heritage is as diverse as its culture, encompassing a vast array of instruments that have been integral to its traditions for centuries. While instruments like the sitar and tabla are globally recognized, many others remain lesser-known yet are equally captivating.

Here, we explore some of these unique Indian native instruments that deserve your attention.

1. Ravanahatha: The Ancient Bowed Instrument

Originating from the Hela people of Sri Lanka during King Ravana’s reign, the Ravanahatha is an ancient bowed instrument considered a precursor to the modern violin. It features a resonator crafted from a gourd or coconut shell, a bamboo neck, and strings made from horsehair. Historically, it has been used in parts of India and Sri Lanka.

2. Swarabat: The Carnatic Bass Lute

The Swarabat is a rare plucked string instrument prominent in Carnatic music. Resembling the veena, it has a wooden body with a skin-covered resonator and silk strings plucked with a horn plectrum. Its deep, bass-rich tones were once favored in royal courts across South India.

3. Yazh: The Ancient Tamil Harp

The Yazh is an ancient stringed instrument from Tamil Nadu. Shaped like a boat with a curved neck, it resembles a harp and is considered an ancestor of the modern veena. The instrument’s strings were traditionally made from gut, and it was used to accompany poetic recitations and songs.

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Piles Treatment Coimbatore | Yazh Healthcare

Piles, or hemorrhoids, are bulging veins in the lower rectum and anus. They might be internal, located within the rectum, or external, found beneath the skin surrounding the anus. Symptoms may include pain, itching, bleeding during bowel movements, and swelling. Piles can result from various factors, including chronic constipation, straining during bowel movements, a sedentary lifestyle, obesity, and pregnancy.

Why Should I Choose Yazh Healthcare for Piles Treatment in Coimbatore?

1. Expert Medical Team: Our team of experienced doctors and specialists at Yazh Healthcare are dedicated to providing top-notch care for patients suffering from piles. With extensive knowledge and expertise, our doctors ensure accurate diagnosis and effective treatment plans.

2. State-of-the-Art Facilities: Yazh Healthcare is equipped with the latest medical technology and state-of-the-art facilities, ensuring that you receive the best possible care in a comfortable and safe environment.

3. Personalized Treatment Plans: We understand that each patient is unique. Our approach involves creating personalized treatment plans that cater to your specific needs and medical history. This ensures optimal results and a smooth recovery process.

4. Minimally Invasive Procedures: At Yazh Healthcare, we offer advanced minimally invasive procedures for treating piles. These procedures involve less pain, reduced recovery time, and minimal discomfort compared to traditional surgical methods.

5. Comprehensive Care: Our care extends beyond just medical treatment. We provide comprehensive support, including dietary advice, lifestyle modifications, and follow-up care, to ensure long-term relief and prevent recurrence.

Treatment Options at Yazh Healthcare

1. Conservative Treatments

For mild cases of piles, our doctors may recommend lifestyle and dietary changes, along with over-the-counter medications to manage symptoms. Increasing fiber intake, staying hydrated, and avoiding prolonged sitting can help alleviate discomfort.

2. Non-Surgical Procedures

- Rubber Band Ligation: This method includes wrapping a little rubber band around the base of the hemorrhoid, cutting off its blood supply and causing it to contract.

- Sclerotherapy: A solution is injected into the hemorrhoid, causing it to shrink over time.

- Infrared Coagulation (IRC): This technique uses infrared light to coagulate the blood vessels, effectively reducing the size of the hemorrhoid.

3. Surgical Procedures

For severe cases, surgical intervention may be necessary. Our skilled surgeons perform procedures such as hemorrhoidectomy, where the hemorrhoids are surgically removed, and stapled hemorrhoidopexy, which repositions the hemorrhoids and reduces their blood supply.

Contact Yazh Healthcare Today

Yazh Healthcare offers excellent piles treatment in Coimbatore. Our dedicated team is here to provide you with the highest standard of care and help you achieve lasting relief from piles. Contact us today to schedule a consultation and take the first step towards a healthier, more comfortable life.

At Yazh Healthcare, we are committed to offering the best piles treatment in Coimbatore. With our expert medical team, advanced facilities, and personalized care, we strive to provide effective solutions for our patients. Don’t let piles disrupt your life any longer—reach out to Yazh Healthcare and regain your comfort and well-being.

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at the same house where it all started, and i love you so much

The sky was lit up in hues of orange, yellow and white, the air around her was heavy with a distinct smell of smoke and her ears were half-deaf, owing to the hours of constant noise and laughter.  This.  This is what Yazhini had been craving for the better half of the year. This feeling of wholeness and pure chaos; of joy and love and all the things that made life worth living. The impulsivity that thrived, the feeling of living on the edge that permeated through the very essence of the festival season.

The fact that she was surrounded by her people -doing stupid things with ridiculous grins on their faces and the occasional looks of horror at her antics- gave her a sense of belonging that she never expected to still have despite it all. As a kid around the age of five, her grandfather used to take her to the fireworks shop at the end of the road, hidden among the more glamorous ones. She would’ve never seen it if her thatha hadn’t taught her to look for it. That shop, in her opinion, still reigns superior to all the bright booming ones that scam their customers with  She cherished those trips; those agonizing minutes she used to spend contemplating whether or not to ask her thatha to buy a gun because she was too embarrassed to tell him that she’d already lost the one he’d gotten her the previous year, only for him to silently grab a gun and throw it into their bag of crackers. The look he would send her way would be knowing, but instead of judgement, all she could sense was unadulterated fondness.   In the years that Yazhini had spent finding herself, she’d also unfortunately internalized the fact that she might never be loved and accepted by the people who once called her ‘pattani’ or ‘kannama’. Her subconsciousness filled her mind with images of looks of contempt, disgust, disrespect and worst of, hatred, being shot her way by people she’d known all her life. She’d almost resigned herself to a life where the family she had once known would never know her, and when they did, they would all leave her. But this? She’d never expected it. She never expected to be back home. To be rummaging through the kitchen cabinets at three in the morning with her cousins to look for the coffee powder, to share salwars and skirts and braid each other's hair, to tease her brothers about their girlfriends or lack thereof. She never thought she could be her and still be loved. But this Deepavali had proven her so very wrong. And for once, that made her the happiest she’d ever been. 

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Interstellar Life 6B - Taygetan Pleiadian Advanced Fighter Crafts - Yazh...

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yee I got ya!

These were very fun, thank you so much for the suggestions! =D

I've never heard about the yazh before but they're so stunning stunning!

He's a bit iffy on the hydraulophone so he just makes Batman play it. (Derailing his fight with Joker in the process)

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Names generated from Maltese surnames and Turkish names, including the letter sequence "Az"

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Best musical instruments with learning class with time

The veena has a recorded history that dates back to approximately 1700 BCE. In ancient times, the tone vibrating from the hunter’s bow string when he shot an arrow was known as the Vil Yazh. The Jya Ghosha (musical sound of the bow string) is referred to in the ancient Atharvaveda. Eventually, the archer’s bow paved the way for the musical bow. Twisted bark, strands of grass and grass root, vegetable and animal gut were used to create the first strings. Over the veena’s evolution and modifications, more particular names were used to help distinguish the instruments that followed. The word veena in India was a term originally used to generally denote “stringed instrument”, and included many variations that would be either plucked, bowed or struck for sound.

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Piles Clinic in Coimbatore | Expert Piles Treatment at Yazh Healthcare

Yazh Healthcare is a trusted Piles Clinic in Coimbatore offering expert diagnosis and advanced Piles Treatment for. Our hospital specializes in providing advanced and effective solutions to help you overcome this common but distressing condition with comfort and confidence.

What Are Piles?

Piles, also known as hemorrhoids, are swollen veins in the lower rectum or anus that cause pain, itching, bleeding, and discomfort. This condition affects people of all ages and, if left untreated, can lead to complications that severely impact your quality of life.

Why Choose Yazh Healthcare for Piles Treatment in Coimbatore?

At Yazh Healthcare, we understand how uncomfortable piles can be, and our dedicated team of expert doctors is committed to offering the best treatment tailored to your specific needs. Here’s why Yazh Healthcare is the leading Piles Clinic in Coimbatore:

Experienced Specialists: Our colorectal surgeons and gastroenterologists have extensive experience diagnosing and treating various types of piles.

Advanced Treatment Options: We provide both conservative and surgical treatment depending on the severity of your condition.

Patient-Cantered Care: We focus on personalized treatment plans and compassionate care, ensuring your comfort throughout the process.

Modern facilities: Yazh Healthcare uses cutting-edge medical technology to correctly identify and treat piles.

Affordable care: We believe that quality healthcare should be accessible to all. Our piles treatment packages are tailored to meet a variety of budgets while maintaining high care quality.

Comprehensive Piles Treatment Services at Yazh Healthcare

Our hospital offers a wide range of treatment options for piles, including:

Dietary and lifestyle counseling to prevent a recurrence

Medication and ointments for symptom relief

Rubber band ligation and sclerotherapy for early-stage piles

Laser treatment for painless and precise removal

Haemorrhoidectomy for severe cases requiring surgery

Early Diagnosis and Treatment is Key

Ignoring piles symptoms can lead to worsening pain, bleeding, and complications such as anemia or thrombosis. If you notice symptoms like bleeding during bowel movements, itching, or swelling around the anus, don’t delay—consult the best Piles Clinic in Coimbatore at Yazh Healthcare for prompt diagnosis and treatment.

Book Your Appointment Today

Take the first step towards a healthier, pain-free lifestyle. Yazh Healthcare in Coimbatore offers expert piles treatment from caring doctors. Call us right away to schedule your consultation and restore your comfort and confidence.

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Attar Perfumes: A Guide to Their Longevity and Sillage

Attar perfumes, with their rich and luxurious scents, have been cherished for centuries. Known for their natural ingredients and intricate distillation process, attar perfumes offer a unique olfactory experience that sets them apart from synthetic fragrances. In this guide, we delve into the longevity and sillage of attar perfumes, helping you understand why they are a lasting favorite among fragrance enthusiasts.

What are Attar Perfumes?

Attar perfumes, also known as ittar, are natural fragrances derived from botanical sources through traditional distillation methods. Originating in ancient India and the Middle East, attars are crafted using flowers, herbs, spices, and wood. The result is a highly concentrated and alcohol-free perfume that not only smells divine but also offers therapeutic benefits.

Longevity of Attar Perfumes:

One of the most appealing aspects of attar perfumes is their impressive longevity. Unlike synthetic fragrances, which often contain alcohol that can evaporate quickly, attar perfumes are oil-based. This oil base ensures that the scent lingers on the skin for a prolonged period, providing an enduring fragrance experience.

Several factors contribute to the longevity of attar perfumes:

Concentration: Attar perfumes are highly concentrated, meaning a small amount goes a long way. This concentration ensures that the fragrance remains potent for hours, sometimes even days.

Quality of Ingredients: High-quality natural ingredients, such as sandalwood, jasmine, and rose, are used in the making of attar perfumes. These ingredients are known for their lasting scent profiles.

Skin Type: Oily skin tends to hold onto scents longer than dry skin. Applying attar perfumes to well-moisturized skin can enhance their longevity.

Application Areas: Pulse points, such as the wrists, neck, and behind the ears, are ideal for applying attar perfumes. The warmth of these areas helps to release and sustain the fragrance over time.

Sillage of Attar Perfumes:

Sillage, pronounced as "see-yazh," refers to the trail of scent left behind by a perfume. Attar perfumes are renowned for their strong sillage, creating an aura of fragrance that can captivate those around you. This quality makes attars particularly appealing for special occasions and evening wear.

Factors influencing the sillage of attar perfumes include:

Concentration and Ingredients: Just as with longevity, the concentration and quality of ingredients in attar perfumes contribute to their impressive sillage. Rich, complex notes like oud, amber, and musk are especially known for their ability to project and leave a lasting impression.

Application Technique: Applying attar perfumes in strategic areas can enhance their sillage. In addition to pulse points, consider applying a small amount to your clothing or hair. The movement and warmth will help disperse the scent.

Environmental Factors: Temperature and humidity can impact how a fragrance diffuses. Warmer temperatures often enhance the sillage of attar perfumes, allowing the scent to travel further and linger longer in the air.

Choosing the Right Attar Perfume:

When selecting an attar perfume, consider your personal preferences and the occasion. For everyday wear, lighter floral or citrus-based attars can offer a refreshing and subtle scent. For evenings or special events, richer, more intense attars like oud or amber can provide a captivating and long-lasting fragrance experience.

It's also important to experiment with different application techniques to find what works best for you. A small dab on your pulse points or a gentle touch to your hair can significantly enhance both the longevity and sillage of your chosen attar perfume.

Conclusion:

Attar perfumes offer a unique and luxurious fragrance experience, with exceptional longevity and sillage that set them apart from other perfumes. Their natural ingredients and traditional crafting methods ensure that each bottle of attar is a work of art, providing an enduring and captivating scent. Pujaperfumery takes pride in offering high-quality attar perfumes that embody these qualities, allowing you to enjoy the timeless beauty and allure of attar perfumes.