arachneofthoughts

[arachneofthoughts]

রাম ফিরিয়া আসি দেখে দেশ জ্বলে দ্বেষানলে,

তার নামে মিথ্যাচার চলে স্থলে স্থলে।

নিজমূর্তির মুখমণ্ডল দম্ভ শোভায় হাসে,

রামরাজ্যের প্রজা মত্ত রামধর্ম বিনা��ে।

এ দেখি ভূমিজা দেবী রাঘবেরে কহে,

দেব হয়েছ প্রিয়, ভগবান এই দশা যুগে যুগে সহে।

ধর্মরক্ষা করতে ভক্ত মাতে বারে বারে,

কর্ণপাত করে নাহি দেবতার হাহাকারে।

#miru writes #poetry #social commentary #political commentary

[arachneofthoughts]

The little sapling sat in a little pot. She longed for the soil outside. She longed and longed. Her roots were trapped in the little pot that the human had so carefully and lovingly bought for her. That love so overwhelmed the human that they forgot to understand what the little sapling wanted. She wanted to grow. They did not know. The little sapling withered. They watered her. She did not want water. She withered some more. They watered some more. She grieved the gap that lay between them.

One day she withered away completely. The human grieved and lay her lovingly on the soil outside. At last she got the soil. Alas it was late.

#original post #turmoil

[arachneofthoughts]

A Moment with the Mothers :

Aadya

I was blindly running through a dark landscape. The ground was rough and stones were piercing into my foot. I dared not stop running. Some shriveled black corpse-like hands were taking form and trying to pull me into the darkness. Their nails dug into my skin and left bleeding gashes. A putrid stench of death, decay and blood filled my nostrils. I was exhausted. My lungs seemed to burn. The place was infernally hot. But those creatures were painfully frigid.

I stumbled and fell. Panic seized my heart. The creatures caught up with me. Their presence brought back forgotten grief, fear and hatred. I felt anger, helplessness and every other negative thought that had ever crossed my mind.

A deafening humkaar reverberated through the terrain. It was terrifying. But it brought a strange sense of safety with it. I saw a few creatures crumble to dust around me. A pair of feet appeared in front of me. The skin was like the primordial darkness of the universe. It was stained with a blood-red alta and adorned with anklets made of exploding stars. I looked up and found Devi towering over the entire terrain. Her dark flowing locks formed the sky above. Her eyes burned with the power of a thousand suns. Her tongue was hanging out, dripping blood. She was naked. Time started and ended in the expanse of Her body. She was adorned with celestial bodies. A mundmaala hung around Her neck. A gleaming golden kharga in one of Her hands. A golden bowl in another hand, blood sloshing around inside it. She seemed to hold the entire cosmos in Her third eye. A strange mixture of fear and relief gripped my heart.

She jumped and landed among the creatures of the shadows. Her scimitar flashed like golden lightning. And bodies of those creatures piled up on the floor. She danced with a bloodthirsty frenzy, trampling over hundreds of those beings. I trembled with fear at the violent sight in front of me. Kaalratri danced the dance of destruction. She then turned towards me. Rage burning in Her eyes, She let out a blood-curling scream. She ran towards me. I was paralyzed with fear. A part of me was wildly flailing inside me...trying to run away. Another part pinned her down waiting for the Devi. She stopped in front of me and swung Her kharga. I closed my eyes. It went through my neck with an excruciating pain.

Tears rolled down my face as I opened my eyes. The pain had faded away quite a bit. I was shocked at what I saw. A shriveled decaying form of me laying dead at Her feet. I broke down in fear. All the ugliness that was within me lay in front of me now.

I started to drift into a sleep and the darkness around me seemed to dissolve away. When I woke up I was in the middle of a beautiful forest clearing. Large arching trees provided such cooling shade with their embrace. A little brook was trickling nearby. Birds were chirping all around. I was in the womb of Prakriti. The Devi appeared again. dressed in a soft white saree with a broad red border. Her skin was glowing like a blushing dawn. Her eyes held me with such tenderness. She smelled like chandan. She smiled and called me to Her. When I went near her She held my cheek and I started to heal. All the wounds started closing up. Every strained muscle seemed to relax. The exhaustion seeped away. I felt rejuvinated. Her hand had such a cooling touch...just like a cooling breeze against a burning feverish forehead.

She sat on a rock and I sat at Her feet with my head on Her lap. I cried my heart out to Her, long hidden grief, confusion, fear...along with feelings I have never been able to explain to myself. She held me close...humming some ancient melody to me. Not a word was spoken, but so much was conveyed.

Everything seemed to make sense suddenly....every turn that my life has taken, every person that I have met, every day I have lived through, every bit of gyaan I have acquired, every aspect of samsaar that I have learnt so far...all of them has to contribute towards slaying that demon within us, the ugliness within us. Every moment lived leads to slaying the darkness withing us and laying our existence at the feet of The Mother.

She embraced me and dissolved into me. I woke up with a start. My fever had gone down after two days. I was sweating, I felt like someone had breathed in a new life into me. The sunlight formed a strange pattern on my floor...a Trishula.

#miru writes #original post #desi tag #desiblr #hindu mythology #shakti #kaali #devi #mother goddess #hindu goddess #spilled ink #spiritual development #spiritual awakening #spirituality

[arachneofthoughts]

I used to think that physical or sexual intimacy was just a superficial encounter where two bodies clashed and emotions dared not peek in, in fear of being shunned away.

But I was wrong. When it is with the right person, every wall that you had put up comes down. The nakedness is not limited to the body. Some parts of your heart that had long been locked up come out to lay naked in their arms. The tears feel safe. The intertwined fingers seem to transcend the physical realm. Something feels like home. Their scent seems to embrace you just as passionately. Your hearts sing the same song of life...a life awaiting to be lived together.

আমি তোমার সঙ্গে বেঁধেছি আমার প্রাণ সুরের বাঁধনে, তুমি জানো না, আমি তোমারে পেয়েছি  অজানা সাধনে । 

I have given my heart to you and tied our souls together with music You do not know, some unknown devotion led me to you.

#original post #desiblr #desi tag #bangla tag #miru writes #rabindranath tagore #rabindrasangeet #intimacy #chandramukhi tag #spilled ink #love

[arachneofthoughts]

Hii dii I love your posts and also teach me bengali please 🙏.

Hellooo!!

Thank you so much 😊💕💕💕

I would have loved to...but am afraid I myself am not that proficient. However other Bengblr people might help!!

#miru answers

[arachneofthoughts]

A Moment with the Mothers :

Hiranyavarna

It has always seemed that I am not built for the corporate life. I sit in the office shivering in the cold air conditioned room. The air seems so synthetic. I can see the sky from the large windows, the brilliant clouds painting the sky with so many colours, the birds....I feel trapped. The screen burns my eyes, the fear of failing eats me up. I have dreams to lead a creative life with the love of my life. The corporate life is a stepping stone for that dream life some day. The fear of the dream shattering keeps pulling me down with mind-numbing anxiety. I want to run away...far far away.

I return home, exhausted, after a day in the office. My bag is heavy, hair plastered on my forehead, I feel some deep sadness in my heart, a longing for my freedom. I sit on the bed crying. I know I have privileges but I cannot help feeling how I am feeling.

A soft scent of incense wafts into the room. There is a warm golden glow behind the door. I wipe my tears and open it. I walk into a cozy little hut. I am greeted by a man with a beak-like nose and a familiarity that I cannot explain. It feels like we have been siblings for so long.

'Kire? Etokkhone eli?' (1) He asked me. 'Meye elo naki?' (2) A voice sweeter than honey called out from another room. A woman walked out wiping her hands on the anchol (3) of her saree. A golden glow emanated from her fair skin. She had a heart shaped face radiant like a comforting winter sun. Her lips were the colour of fresh rose petals. She was dressed in a soft pink taant saree with intricate golden borders. Delicate gold jewelleries adorned her body. It seemed as though she was the one for whom solah shringar was made. Her alta stained feet looked like fresh buds of lotus. Her anklets chimed with every steps sending waves of joy each time.

She looked at me and smiled the warmest smile. Her eyes beheld me with the love of a mother who is looking at her child tucked into bed happily and peacefully. 'Hyan re bhaat bere rekhechhi toh...chol...khabi na naki?' (4) She held my hand and led to me to the other room where she had prepared somefood for me. Khichudi and bhaja. It tasted like the first time I had tasted puja bhog. I could not help my tears. I finished every bit of food on that plate. She stood up and walked up to me.

She held me close to her, occasionally wiping my tears. I cried my heart out. She then took me to a bedroom dimly lit only with her glow. 'Ne ghumiye por toh shona meyer moto,' (5) she said smilingly. I laid down and she sat beside me stroking my head. I shift my position to lay my head on her lap. She lets out a loving giggle. There is such a beautiful sense of peace. This is where I belong.

As if hearing my thoughts, she tells me this is where I actually do belong. This is where I can return to anytime. It is not silly to have dreams. It is not silly to be scared of that dream shattering. But we must carry one. She resides in that dream which leads to a happy honest life. Money is not something that should govern life. But it is a blessing from her that lets our spirituality and principles govern our lives efficiently. We often face a bumpy stretch of road. But we must not give up. She is there holding our hands and waiting with food after a tiring time. Vairagya is not everything that fulfills a person. Sometimes the smiling faces of our loved ones are the biggest peace before we attain moksha. In fact it is a stepping stone for the same. We must seek out simple joys and comforts which leaves our hearts feeling warm. Only then can we strive for knowledge and wealth. The perilous road is unavoidable but stopping for a while to look at a pretty wildflower does not deters from our path. In fact it fills us with more motivation and bhakti. Life should be a balance of gyan, samsaar and adhyatma.

I clutch the corner of her anchol tightly. She laughs ever so sweetly and plants a loving kiss on the top of my head. The golden glow fades and I wake up clutching my pillow. My mother is calling me for dinner. My room smells of incense and there is a pink cotton thread on my pillow.

(1) - You came so late? (2) - Is daughter home? (3) - pallu of a saree (4) - I have laid the table for you to eat...won't you eat? (5) - Go to sleep like a good girl. ( Shona literally translates to gold and is a term of endearment )

#miru writes #original post #desi tag #desiblr #hindu mythology #devi #lakshmi #hinduism #hindu goddess #bengblr #bangla tag #shakti

[arachneofthoughts]

A Moment with the Mothers :

Shwetpadmasana

My mind is in turmoil. Thoughts are racing around and crashing with each other. Thorns of shattered dreams are tearing through my skin. The maddening hopelessness of wasted time is screaming around my mind. The frustration of the focus that has been lost for years now choke me. Tears roll down my eyes. I crash on the ground. 'Ma help please,' I plead to the walls of my room as they stand witness to my pain.

There is a soft cooling wind. And a shroud of peace falls on me. The dark room seems to be aglow with a very pure light. But the light strangely does not blind me. It gently guides me to its source.

I am led to a strange place. I am surrounded with dark murky waters but somehow it does not touch me. There in the middle is a huge white lotus...the purest white I have ever seen. It floats on the murky waters without touching it. Lotus leaves form steps to its centre. There is a woman sitting there playing a Veena. She is awash with a strange welcoming light. Her Veena is emitting a sound which simultaneously sounds like every piece of music I love.

She opens her eyes and looks at me. She has such a gentle and loving smile on her face. Her face is like the moon of Purnima when it casts away night's darkness. Her dark hair ripples down her back. Her eyes are most beautifully lined with kohl. She is wearing a white saree made of the softest cotton bordered with exquisitely woven golden threads. She is wearing garlands of jasmines and pearls around her neck and wrists. They are spreading a heavenly fragrance all around. I am scared of even breathing loudly in front of this celestial being. Who is she?

Then I look into her eyes. They look at me with the love of a mother calling her child home. I rush to her without thinking anymore. Tears streaming down my cheeks I hug her. She holds me close to her bosom. Her gentle hands caress my head. My tears reflect in her eyes.

I have not spoken a single word but she seems to understand everything I have to say. In fact, even more. She understands every unspoken word hidden in the deepest crevasses of my mind. She holds my face and in the gentlest voice tells me to have faith in her. To not be afraid of the light of knowledge and truth. No time is lost. Everything is in accordance to what she had planned for me. A plan specific to me. Everything has been designed by her. I have to be unafraid of working hard to keep the flame of knowledge alive. The knowledge is not restrained in books. It is everywhere. She will always look out for me. Hold my hand through perilous roads. She will be there.

A resplendent swan glides though the air and lands nimbly on the dark waters. It reaches into the water and seems to have picked out some strange light from the darkness. I am bewildered. The Mother laughs...the sweet sound ringing through the darkness. She tells me to be like the swan. The darkest of waters have light hidden in them. I must learn how to find that light. Every bit of light I find will add to the flame inside me.

She gently kisses my head and everything around me dissolves into darkness. I wake up with a jerk. I am on the ground. It was a dream. But then why is the smell of jasmines still lingering around me? I stand up dazed to switch on the light of the room. A bright, fresh jasmine falls off my lap. I pick it up and hold it close to my heart.

@nirmohi-premika @shaonsim @mitraavarunaa @callonpeevesie @whippersnappersbookworm @krishnapriyakiduniya @salt-n-caramel @harinishivaa @shivansa @dhyanshiva @cosmicdreams1111 @your-favourite-skittles you guys might like this.

#miru rambles #original post #desiblr #hindu mythology #desi tag #saraswati vandana #goddess saraswati #hindu goddess #spirituality #spilled ink #shakti #miru writes #devi

[arachneofthoughts]

Kolam : Part 2

Inspired by the fic based on the Ratchasa Mamane song by @nspwriteups and @harinishivaa

The first day of the three day long festival has arrived. And our hero is still clueless about the malady that has struck his hear. It leaves him all restless for even the smallest glimpse of a certain damsel and chooses to randomly skip a beat or two every time he does spot her. What a horrific mystery!

The entire kingdom is abuzz with the excitement of the show that his Akka has planned. And the question that he keeps hearing over and over again is...Will Maya Kanna dance again? Why will Maya Kanna descend on earth just to dance for a festival? Why did Vanathi keep disappearing? The last few days he could barely catch a glimpse or two of her. The rehearsal area was kept strictly confidential. Was Vanathi performing? And of course his curiosity was not exclusive to Vanathi...he was just as curious about other performers like...nevermind...all of them basically. After successfully convincing himself of this he proceeded towards the seating area.

The seating area faces the stairs of the temple complex. The entire place is decked with flower garlands. The front seats are reserved for the members of the royalty.

He found his Patti already seated there admiring the arrangements. He felt a tap on his shoulder. His Akka stood there smiling at him. 'Why Thambi? are you looking for someone?' Kundhavai smirked at him.

'No Akka. Can a man not admire the beautiful decorations in peace?' Arulmozhi rolled his eyes at his beloved annoying sister.

'You like it?' Kundhavai grinned at her Thambi and he dramatically declared that it would require him four sets of eyes to be able to fully admire so much of beauty. The Ilaya Piratti laughed and then proudly beamed at the arrangements,' All credit goes to my uyir thozhi for planning everything so beautifully.' The mention of her uyir thozhi caught his attention. He tried to casually ask her where her friend was but left in a huff when he was greeted with a massive smirk. He wanted to grab the seat beside Patti before Anna and Akka could beat him to it.

He sat beside his Patti after taking her blessings. Somehow the festive spirit had messed with his siblings' heads as they gracefully threw the royal protocols out of the window and annoyed him till he relented to sitting sandwiched between the two most annoying siblings in the whole world. A very secret part of him was relishing how this moment felt like a slice of childhood free of responsibilities, duties and an unrelenting malady-stricken heart.

When everyone was seated a soft music started playing and a group of little girls made their way to the stage and took up their positions. A silence fell on the crowd. Arulmozhi scanned the place for a sign of Vanathi and realised that even Vanthiyathevan was missing. Were they alright? They had been gone for too long. The program was about to begin. Even if they are performing they should atleast be on the stage. 'What happened Thambi? Missing someone?' Aditha teased him and before he could reply a flute started playing.

A collective gasp left the crowd as they looked up. And Arulmozhi's jaws fell open at the sight in front of him.

His Vanathi...NO WAIT...just Vanathi. Why should she be his Vanathi? So Vanathi was suspended in mid air with a make-shift rope harness in her Maya Kanna avatar. And it was a sight of ethereal beauty. Her pink dhoti, angvastram and turban as well as the dark blue blouse seemed to make her dazzle like gold. The peacock feather on her head seemed like a direct blessing from Krishna to play his character on stage. She had a garland of white flowers around her neck and her eyes were softly lined with kohl and mischief. And he had no idea how the frail maiden had the courage to dance with such grace while hanging on a rope.

He was admiring her mudras showing the flute when he received two nudges from either side. He shook his head and decided to focus on the dance to escape the incoming torment from both the sides.

Vanathi was on the ground now. She was moving to the music so gracefully with her expressions full of playfulness. Her moves showed every word that was being sung. Then the beats of the song changed which marked the electrifying entry of Kamsa Mama and his minions. And there was Vanthiyathevan!! He energetically hopped down the stairs challenging Krishna. While he threw challenges at Him, Kanna laughed at him mockingly.

The little girls pushed Kamsa Mama away from Kanna and he fell onto his minions and his friend quickly stole a glance at his Akka. This time he nudged his sister to send her blushing away to glory. His minions put a mask on him and then began the fight between Kamsa Mama and Maya Kanna. His heart was in his mouth throughout as the two of them fought while hopping dangerously on the stairs, Vanathi swinging her leg clean over Vanthiyathevan's head, parrying his strikes, and swinging while suspended on the ropes. The docile Vanathi maintained a mocking and challenging expression even while periliously hanging mid air. The dance ended with Krishna stiking down Kamsa Mama and sitting on his chest much above the ground and then being slowly lowered down.

Arulmozhi heaved a sigh of relief to see them safe. And then his eyes fell once more on Vanathi. The sunlight grazing her form and illuminating her in a golden glow. She seemed to look as divine as the bronze statue of Krishna in the nearby temple. Her smile made his heart beat in his chest in a wild frenzy. And suddenly he knew the answer to all his questions. He did not have a strange heart disease. He was in love. He was in such deep love that he searched for those warm doe-eyes everywhere. He searched for another chance where his fingertips could brush against her palm. He searched for a chance to be close to her, near her warmth, her kindness and adoring eyes. This revelation hit him like a maddened herd of elephants.

Now our hero is determined to conquer this herculean task of admitting his feelings to Vanathi because he simply cannot wait.

All the events for the day are over. The brave Chola scion, the youngest tiger, Surya Kula Manikkam, Arulmozhi Varman is now preparing for the greatest conquest of his life. The Conquest of Confession.

He ventured to his Akka's room where he was sure to find the Ilavarasi of his heart. Sure enough he could hear her sweet giggles even before he entered the room. He could not keep the smile from forming on his face. He stopped just a few feet away from the room. His heart was hammering away inside him. He had known that Vanathi had always loved him with all her heart and he had always avoided her. What if it was too late? It did not seem like that but what if by some wild chance had the flower of love withered away? With a deep breath he entered the room.

He was his Akka gleefully hugging a giggling Vanathi and Vanthiyathevan was striding in front of them pretending to be Kamsa Mama. The moment he saw Vanathi's face he had this sudden surge of valiant romance.

He marched up to Vanathi, knelt down on one knee, took her hand and said, 'Devi, the entire cosmos works on the union and balance of Shiva and Shakti. Their essence permeates through everything around us. They manifest the tiniest fractions of their power in all the living beings and those fractions of Shiv-Shakti complete their purpose by uniting with their other half. I feel like Parameshwar asked his beloved, Adi Shakti, to manifest in you while he blessed me with one of his fraction. Would you let this sea-faring ascetic be graced by your radiant light, Kodambalur Kula Vilakku?'

Vanathi had frozen in her seat, blushing furiously. Her hands had turned cold and she just sat there staring at Arulmozhi's hand now clutching her's. Kundhavai grasped her seat lest she does not fall off. And the Ilaya Piratti, famed for her wit, was dumbstruck. Vanthiyathevan had sat himself down on the floor in shock. The shock gave way to sheer pride on his face. The prince had finally conquered the biggest quest of his life. Kundhavai's shock gave way to wildly rising joy and pride. At last. At long last. She had dreamed for this moment for so long. All these emotions gave way to a panicky Kundhavai grabbing Vanthiyathevan's arm and dragging him away to give the two lovebirds some time. All the way out of the room Vanthiyathevan whooped with joy.

Once the commotion had died down, Arulmozhi turned towards Vanathi and grinned. 'I do not think you can turn any more red than this,' he said softly. 'Will you not look at me?'

Vanathi's eyes finally met his. Tears were threatening to fall at any moment. 'Ilavarasar, all these days I had waited for you to call me yours. I do not know what to say. I had imagined this day so many times. And everytime I said something which conveyed what I feel for you, Swami. Now I have no words. I am yours. I have always been yours,' her voice shook as she said those words. She then looked at him with such a strange longing. Maybe this was how Parvati had looked at Shiva when she used to pine for Him. Arulmozhi held her close to him. Tightly. Making up for all the time lost.

So our hero has emerged victorious in his biggest adventure. He now has answers to all his questions. And most importantly he has his Vanathi....yes his Vanathi....in his arms now. She had lit the most beautiful lamp in his life the day she had dropped that lamp before his journey.

@nspwriteups @thelekhikawrites @whippersnappersbookworm @harinishivaa @thirst4light @yehsahihai @nirmohi-premika @shaonsim I do not know who else to tag. Please tag anyone who you think would like to read this. And please leave your reviews.

#original post #miru writes #ponniyin selvan #arulmozhi #vanthiyathevan #vanathi #kundhavai #aditha karikalan #vanmozhi #fanfic #fanfiction #desi tag #desiblr

[arachneofthoughts]

hi miru di! kemon acho? class 10 khub baje amay tomake message korte time e dei na 😭

Areee tui kemon achhish bol?? I can totally understand 10 er chaap. I have full faith on you je you will cope with it bhalo bhabe and also perform amazingly.

Ami bhaloi achhi re.

#miru answers

[arachneofthoughts]

Kolam : Part 1

So this is my first PS fanfic.... A two-shot. I hope people like this. I do not know if this turned out well. I had a lot of fun though.

It was day 1455 of Arulmozhi pretending like she does not exist, she had cried herself to sleep and woken up with a splitting headache, the kingdom was gearing up for festivities and she was entrusted with the duty of decking up the palace. There was way too much noise everywhere to help with her headache and she had to use every ounce of her energy to focus on a work and get it done. So our doe-eyed docile damsel was a volcano about to erupt for the day.

Vanathi was trying to finish an elaborate Kolam at one end of a corridor. She was almost done with the job and at her wit's end. That is when Universe orchestrated the volcanic eruption.

The Chola prince and his newly found confidante, a certain Vana Prince, rushed through the corridor and before our hero could stop himself, he stepped on the Kolam and ruined a part of it. He froze.

Vanathi's eyes snapped to the ruined bit of the Kolam. It was one thing to ignore her during conversations but ignoring her entire existence and work while she was sitting there was a new low.

She stood up sharply and the expression which crossed her face reminded him of sudden tempests in calm seas. He had no idea from where did this inner poet wake up in him but he was kicked out of his mind very promptly by the sight of Vanathi striding towards him. With a short seething 'Ilavarasar...' she shoved the bowl of rice flower into his hands and marched off leaving behind two dumbstruck princes.

And the sound of a pair of anklets approaching just signalled the second onslaught of the storm.

'What has been happening here, Thambi? Where did Vanathi go? Thambi...' she trailed off when her brother turned towards her with a bowl in his hands and a messed up kolam at his feet.

'First you annoy me the entire morning delaying all my plans, then you mess up my uyir thozhi's work!! What has gotten into the both of you?? Have you forgotten your age Thambi?? What is this mischief that you are stirring up? Are you imagining yourself as Maya Kannan just because there will be a play...' a livid Kundhavai thundered.

'What Maya Kanna?' Arulmozhi was really confused now. 'Nothing...' pat came her reply trying to cover up what she had just blurted out. 'Vanathi was working with a headache and you ruined her work!' Kundhavai swiftly changed the topic.

'How would I know Akka? I was running thanks to you and I didn't notice the kolam,' the prince said as guilt started settling in his mind. He had no idea about the head ache part. 'I...well..I am really sorry,' he mumbled. 'TELL THAT TO VANATHI, THAMBI...UGHHH,' Kundhavai whisper-shouted at her brother.

Now begins a new adventure for our dashing Chola scion...apologizing to a certain woman for whom his heart acted very weirdly and he could not point out how and why it was weird to save his life. He walked to the chamber of the royal doctor and asked him to prepare some medicine for curing headache. With great impatience he waited for the doctor to be done with making the balm for the Ilavarasi.

He took the perilous nerve-wracking journey to Vanathi's chambers very uncertain of how she will react. He stood in front of her door and with a sheer lack of better judgement and and his brain ceaselessly rehearsing what to say, he walked in without announcing himself.

The curtains were drawn and the few rays of sunlight that could enter the room lit it dimly. 'Akka I am fine. Just a bit of headache. I will join the preparations right when this headache goes awa...,' the princess had been lying with her face buried into her pillow. She turned towards the door as she was speaking and she FROZE. Her anger had subsided and now she was very aware of the fact that she had stormed off from the very person who was now standing at her door.

Seeing her shocked and flustered face Arulmozhi panicked and launched into and apology while Vanathi started her own stream of apology. In her haste to get out of her bed she almost stumbled over her own dress and her cheeks reddened immediately. 'My apologies Ilavarasar, I will move the curtains...it is too dark,' she said as she drew the curtains open. She winced as her headache flared up due to the light.

'I don't mind the drawn curtains at all, Devi. I know that you have a headache. I have bought some balm for you from the doctor. please apply it. You will feel better.' These words from the prince made her face grow warm. He had thought about her? This was not a dream right? The Arulmozhi Varman had brought medicine for her? She extended her hand for the bowl rather bashfully. 'Thank you, Ilavarasar. I am very sorry for acting like that before. It was very wrong of me to speak to the Prince like that. Forgive me,' Vanathi said as her eyes teared up with guilt.

Her tear filled doe eyes sent a strange new ache to his heart and he said, 'No Ilavarasi it was my fault. I should not have ran into your hardwork. It was such a beautiful design. I will now take your leave and let you recover from the headache. I hope you will forgive me and join the preparations soon. I cannot wait for the festivities to begin.' Arulmozhi departed leaving a tear-choked Vanathi in her room.

After almost two hours of rest after applying the medicine Vanathi woke up. She emerged out of her room feeling much better. She was determined to finish the kolam this time. She made her way to that corridor and the sight that greeted her left her surprised ever so pleasantly. The ruined part of the kolam was fixed, maybe with slightly wobbly lines but fixed. And there lay beside the design Arulmozhi's ring. Maybe he had opened it while fxing the design and then forgotten about it. Vanathi picked up the ring, held it close and smiled to herself. She then happily completed the design and set off to return the ring to it's glorious owner.

Arulmozhi was reunited with Vanthiyathevan and they were overseeing the decoration of the palace courtyard. He raised his hand to direct one of the decorators and noticed that his signet ring was gone!It was his favourite ring. Where could he have left it? He was about to excuse himself and go looking for the ring when a soft voice called out 'Ilavarasar!'

'Aaah how is Maya Kanaa feeling now?' Vanthiyathevan exclaimed. She grinned up at him as he patted her head with affection. Maya Kanna? Again? Since when did the two of them get so close? Why was his heart acting in the weird way again after seeing her smile? What was up with everybody going Maya Kanna around him?

'I am sorry Kamsa Mama. I should not have stormed off from there,' Vanathi apologised to Vanthiyathevan, her voice laden with sincerity. Why Kamsa Mama? This was all too confusing. The dramatic Vana Prince feigned being deeply hurt by Vanathi's behaviour but Immediately dropped his charade when she pouted and said,' Anna please don't do this. I am already really sorry for behaving that way.' She took a quick glance at Arulmozhi and blushed deeply. His heartskipped a beat. But why? ' I am fooling around, little one. How can your Anna ever be angry at you?' Vanthiyathevan laughed and patted Vanathi's cheeks before he was called by someone to check a certain flower arrangement.

Vanathi turned towards him and her blush deepened. She was desperately trying not to make eye contact with him. Arulmozhi had given up hopes for his heart as it was wildly acting weird now. 'Ilavarasar I have something to give you...' she started. She held out her hand and on her palm was his ring. 'You had left it near the kolam,' she added coyly. 'Thank you, Devi. I was about to go looking for it.' Saying this he reached for the ring and his fingertips brushed on her palm. Her hand shook ever so slightly at the contact and she took off the moment he had taken the ring. She suddenly turned, walked up to him and mumbled a very shy 'Thank you for fixing the kolam.' This time she took off for good before could say anything.

Why did he spend the rest of the day twirling the ring in his hands and thinking of two shy doe eyes? Why did his heart start acting all strangely? Why did he find himself smiling when he thought of her blushing face? Why was she called Maya Kanna? All these questions swirled around in his mind. Would he never find the answers out? Or would he find them out very very soon?

@nspwriteups @thelekhikawrites @whippersnappersbookworm @harinishivaa @thirst4light @yehsahihai @nirmohi-premika @shaonsim I do not know who else to tag. Please tag anyone who you think would like to read this. And please leave your reviews.

#miru writes #ponniyin selvan #vanmozhi #vanathi #arulmozhi #vanthiyathevan #kundhavai #desiblr #desi tag

[arachneofthoughts]

Tomar blog ta ki shundor 👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you so much. Tomar blog aesthetics tao top-notch. 💕

#miru answers #arekta bangali found

[arachneofthoughts]

Eeeeeep!!!!! I love your profile picture so much. It's adorable. You have my heart.

omgg themkkkkk 💕💕💕

You are too sweet!!

#miru answers #anon

[arachneofthoughts]

Thank youu!! Aap bhi lijiye 💕💕

#miru answers #prashn

[arachneofthoughts]

Some random NanDitha snippets that came to my mind....

She was vaguely aware of being dragged away from her Aditha...she knew she was trying to scream but she could not hear herself...her ears were ringing with his sweet whispers when he used to take her out for the horserides and how desperately he had asked her to kill him. The sound of his body hitting the ground was too loud. Her throat burnt with her silent scream.

She crashed to the floor of her chamber. She looked down at her shaking hands...she wiped them on her clothes till her skin was raw...the blood won't go. The memories of the red kumkum on the thaali she used for her pujas all those years ago seemed to mock her. She wiped some more...then some more...his blood won't go. The weight of Aditha's lifeless body feels too heavy against her body.

She walked into the river slowly...she can hear strains of a familiar tune...Aazhi Mazhai Kanna...the water feels the same...the same cooling welcoming waves. The river seems to be lifting the weight of his death off her shoulders. The water touches her hands. Why does it feel like his touch? The water is now upto her shoulder...and she is slowly engulfed by the river as if it is her Aditha's embrace. At last. At long last.

I don't know if they are any good. They just randomly came to my mind while listening to Chinnanjiru Nilave (Marumurai). And I haven't written anything in a long time. I don't even know if I could get the characters right. I haven't read or watched the movies lol. @nirmohi-premika @nspwriteups @thatacademic @thelekhikawrites @whippersnappersbookworm @vibishalakshman you people might like this?

#original post #ponniyin selvan #NanDitha #nandhini #aditha karikalan #angst #miru writes

[arachneofthoughts]

Helloo your blog is really cool!

Thank youuu so much 💖💖. Really sorry for the late reply. Been super busy with college.

#miru answers

[arachneofthoughts]

Here!

Omggg these are so prettyyy. And THERE IS A RAINBOW AAAVDHDHDBDH. So beautiful.

#samriddhi <3 #miru answers

[arachneofthoughts]

tumblr recomended one of ur posts and i was half finished reading bfr i went waiT a miNute thiS isNt enGliSh, anyway hii fellow bangali here

Hiii! Sorry for being disastrously late in replying. I had been so caught up with my academics.

Thank you so much for reaching out. It is always a joy to meet Bangalis over here.

#arekta bangali found #miru answers