female friendships are so precious and beautiful. sisterhood is so inherent in women. there is a life force where many women are sitting together and conversing. their giggles reverberates through the deepest chambers of the even the coldest of hearts & softens them. when they take care of each other together from oiling their hair turn by turn by to putting henna on each other’s palms, everything is a sacred offering to some source unseen; but only felt. they spend hours talking about things unfathomable from the basis of love to the state of the world, the soul, beauty, last, present & future & many other philosophies. because when they’re sitting in a room together that’s where they’re easily allowed to ‘be’. here, they aren’t someone being smothered by alotted identities. they aren’t just someone’s sister or daughter or even lover, but just humans trying to make the most out of their freedom to breathe.
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i will not be okay till i run in a mustard field along with my lover
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The Dying art of hand painted movie posters!
There's something oddly satisfy and cool about movie posters of old bollywood movies, The posters not only gave us a slite peek into film but also represented the art of artists and those painters who use to paint these posters by hand!
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Rooh ki maut nahi hoti. Aur Roohdaar kabhi marte nahin
Janmdin ki hardik shubhkamnaye 🌻
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aadmi sochta kya hai? hota kya hai? kitne shikve kitni shikayatein, kitne saalon se jo sawaal dabaaye rakhe hai, sab pyar banke beh gaya, firdaus, us ek lafz ne hisaab kar diya mera
“mujhe to laga tha tum azaad karoge” “khud se azaadi toh sirf maut de sakti hai, ya phir ishq”
agar meri kismat me sirf khaak likha hai, mujhe qubool hai, agar yeh hi meri aakhri aah hai, mujhe qubool hai, qubool hai, qubool hai
kuch cheezein apni jagah pe hi theek rehti hai, door se dekh lo, aankhen sek lo, haath lagao toh gaayab ho jaati hai
“aankhen kaabu me rakho, zubaan apne aap mithi ho jaayegi”
“pehli baar jab tumhe dekha tha firdaus, bomb fatt gaya tha seene me, ek ek cheez tumhari yaad hai mujhe, tumhara scarf, tumhari kahaniyon ki kitaab, wo lambi chaudi ajgar jaisi ghaati, chinar ka lal, wo ek ek din jo maine roz jiya hai”
fitoor, 2016
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