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[ramayantika]

Proshitabhartruka Nayika .・。.・゜✭・

My bracelets are gone.

Tears, those sweet friends, departed forever.

Courage left instantly

and my heart

went fastest of all.

They set off in concert

when my beloved decided

to leave.

You should go too, life—

why lag behind that troop

of dear comrades?

~Erotic Love Poems from India

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I tugged at his sleeve for one last time, in hopes that my tearful eyes would bid him to stay by my side. His face too lost its pallor. His warm hand caressed mine as his eyes gazed deep into mine, telling them that staying was impossible.

And then when he memorized the curls falling on the sides of my cheeks, my kohl-smudged eyes, the pearl nose-ring and a sad smile on my lips, his eyes travelled downward to the little one growing inside me.

"Will you come back before this child enters the world?"

"Can't make promises, my love."

"Make one right now, so that the gods let you come home to welcome a mother and a baby."

"May the gods wish the same, priye"

Days are desolate, and the nights empty. No warm sheets to the right side of the bed, and no hand to touch the sensations of this playful child in my womb. My friends bring sweets and savoury delights, and my mother narrates the tales of little Krishna for the baby. But who shall kiss my forehead and look at me with shining eyes and whisper me in my ears how divinely beautiful I look in the shade of motherhood?

But then for a moment, I think about my husband's side. Which father would like to stay away from his growing child. Would he not desire to feel his baby's kicks and laugh in delight? Would he not be sad and shed a lonely tear down his cheek at night alone in his chamber thinking about all that he misses about this newfound fatherhood?

How can a husband stay calm when overseas knowing his wife sits alone gazing at the moon, in hopes of him coming home soon? He would want to serve me the weirdest mixture of sweet delights and sour pickels just so I can be pleased.

I sigh in despair and put my head on my mother's lap.

He doesn't even have friends to come over his house daily.

Oh lord, when does his sojourn end?

खाली है तेरे बिना दोनो अखियाँ, तुम गए कहाँ?

Sometimes the nights are warm, and I forget about motherhood. There are desires that I long to give in and fulfill. I want him to touch my skin, and leave light kisses all over me, adoring him like his most cherished thing.

A few monsoons ago, I was making my way to my home when he caught my hand and whisked me to the riverbank. As the rain fell down the mighty clouds, his lips caught my lips, drenched from those moist showers. And then when the clouds raged with thunder, I shivered in fright, but his arms caught me in a tight embrace, as we laughed and admired our warm but wet cheeks, and all was well.

That evening I went home with a wet and discarded veil, and a skirt tied loosely around my hips. I was won and desired in the rain.

But it's autumn now. Dry and empty. The dark clouds have gone on a sojourn too and so has my beloved. No kisses in the rain fall over my being doused in fiery desires.

"मारे के मैं तो सिमट गयी, चुनरी मेरी मुझसे लिपट गयी

ऐसे में तूने जो ली अंगड़ाई, परबत से काली घटा टकराई

पानी ने कैसी ये आग लगाईं"

I caress my stomach, making the baby inside me to go to sleep, and look outside the window. The slight chilly breeze from dawn rushes inside my warm chamber. My fingers feel slightly cold and I almost turn my body to tickle my husband's neck with these cool fingers.

What do I find?

An empty bed and an empty pillow.

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My friend can play the veena well. I remember once we attended a festival, and he loved the musical performance so much that he held my wrist and twirled me around amidst the large crowd.

Her music is lovely, but she plays a melancholic tune.

If he were here, he would be penning poetry for me by now.

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Everybody has gone home. My girlfriends too. Just like the moon shining in all her glory remains alone, I in this well-lit courtyard stand alone in these silks and jewels.

The moon's splendour falls short now. How long until I gaze at his moon-like face?

The breeze whispers something in my ear. And that's it.

An empty courtyard...

***

"Sakhi, a man from that faraway town has got a letter for you about your husband's arrival. My brother is arriving a week later from that place."

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I literally wrote it one day with watching some dance videos related to this and countless articles and paintings.

I wanted to leave this at her loneliness because that's what this nayika does mostly

But you all know me. And I msyelf like to be hopeful. The husband has to come back now when? We never know.

That's hopeful. Maybe he kept his promise and they have a cute child and dance around

Or......

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[niramish]

Virahini Nayika, Mandi, 1820. Now in the  Lahore Museum.

“Virahini Nayika; she who is separated from her lover, suffering from anxiety and love longings.”

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[ramayantika]

Transient aren't his affections towards me,

Of all, he is the faithful lover, my friend. Must I deceive his love by harbouring mistrust in my heart?

His heart is devoted to mine and so equally is mine to his.

𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗?

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜! 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜? 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎?

Wash away your concerns, sakhi, my lover is all true to me in every way.

I have been made truly happy. No pretense he hides under his actions nor does he play with words to win my heart. Must you worry now?

A moment away from him feels like an eternity away from him. As I sit here, I am reminded of his tender touches when he soothes me during upsetting nights.

I blush under his playful gaze when he twirls the ends of my scarf. There is joy with him and around him. I no longer think what will people say when I laugh unbashedly with him in public.

Often I wonder when have I ever been this happy before. My dearest companion, abandon your doubts away, I have found a worthy partner.

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I have back to back 3 tests in this weekend with Monday so all the best to me. I hope you enjoy this

Also the same nayika is called swadhinapatika nayika lekin meko chull thi yeh thoda difficult naam use krne ki toh try pronouncing it. Good luck!

And the gifs are from Savitha Sastry's Chains, a live production bharatanatyam drama.

Shit I forgot what this nayika means for non dancers. So this nayika (even though it is mentioned in the header) this nayika has a lover who is completely faithful to her. There are examples of padams or in simple words if you pick out ancient Indian poetry you will see examples of poems where the female is talking about her lover to a friend saying how he makes her happy and praises his good qualities similar to what even happens now just that we dance and show it

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[ramayantika]

Abhisarika Nayika, the heroine who boldly sets out to meet her lover, is the 8th Nayika as per Bharata Muni's Natyashastra. The Ashtanayikas have been a recurring theme in Indian poetry, sculpture, painting, drama and dance.

Dance blended into my childhood at a very early age. Each time I saw the older didis dance the romantic pieces, I was often mesmerized seeing how they conveyed so many emotions in just one song within 10-15 minutes. As a child, you are fascinated by the movement of the eyes, the jingling ghungroos, the rhythmic sound of the nattuvangam and the basic storyline. Growing up, one learns how to put themselves into the same mould, in the character's lens.

Abhisarika to me is not just a heroine whom I write about and portray in a dance recital. She is also a woman who takes her own decisions and ventures out into the world for her dreams and goals. True, sometimes fears clouds her mind and nervousness seeps in about facing criticism, but she possesses a steady mind and a steady heart to keep moving ahead in her chosen path. The lover in the end could be a desired goal, your soul's ambition without which one might feel incomplete, but by persistence and by not wavering from the chosen path, one is bound to reach the bower (destination/goal)

The Instagram version of the Abhisarika Nayika post 👀

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[ramayantika]

Those eyes haven't seen the sun for a very long time. Although she visits the balcony to gaze at the moon, she has lost her smile and joy. As the silvery moonlight captures the sky, her eyes gleam with tears pooling at the corners. The moon then looks at her plight, and hides itself behind a cloud.

Lovers in separation believe that the moon is harsher than the sun.

She tears the garland placed on her bosom and weeps, her hands outstretched, eyes red and swollen like lotus buds.

The moonlit beauty is clouded by shades of night as her kohl smears down her eyelids.

She dreams on that he has tenderly held her wrists and left half moon marks on those fair arms.

Alas, it's no lover's marks but her own nails drawing blood from her soft skin.

The household has embraced coldness now that her love has departed forever from her.

I close my ears when I hear my friend's cruel words. He is alive! He will come to me soon. He promised me he would come back soon and bring me a beautiful pearl necklace found there. He has never broken a single promise to me!

"Sakhi," I hear her sob beside me. She holds my shoulders and turns my anger stricken face towards her, "he will not come back. Have you forgotten? The ship drowned in the storm."

Again. That's a lie. "No, he will come back. Wait, here, do not move. I will prove it to you. He will come back to me like always." I move and stand up. My eyes are on the courtyard now lit up by the sun.

That's where he kissed me first when I had let him come home for the first time during our courtship. And after our nuptials, every night he kissed me under the starry skies.

Holding my friend's hand, I lead her to the doorway. There, he is. He finally came back! His hand holds a beautiful set of pearl jewellery. He looks a little though -- maybe due to the long voyage he had to undertake. The town people were spreading rumours that his ship drowned and everyone aboard had sunk in the sea.

But, my husband, my lover, he is alive!

Jubilant at his arrival, I speak to my friend. "Didn't I tell you, he always fulfills his promise. Look, he got me the pearl necklace too. You should not believe what the townsmen speak. They have no other jobs but to idly gossip."

"Priye..." I close my eyes when his voice reaches my ears. God, how long didn't I wait to hear him address me in such an endearing way.

He walks towards me. He doesn't even spare a glance at my friend who is still crying and shaking her head. His hands delicately hold my face and I can't help but embrace the warmth of his touch.

"Priye, do you know how did I get this necklace for you? But promise me one thing." He is asking me to promise him.

"But why, swami?"

He throws me a charming smile. This was the same smile that made me fall for him, but now there is something else in that beautiful smile.

Is there a little sadness I see? A slight regret over a wish? Did something happen over there?

"Promise me that by the end of my tale, you will not cry nor will you scold your friend here."

Confused, I look back at my friend and nod. "You have my promise."

He aligns his forehead against mine. I feel something wet on my skin, but I brush all my concerns away when he gently kisses my forehead. "I found these beautiful pearls on the sea bed where I now lay. You know it that I have never lied to you, but it's true. I have fulfilled my promise to you. The townsmen have repeated this story and so will I. The sea god created a massive storm and caused the waves to reach up to touch the sky. What is man in front of mother nature, bharya? The waves crashed on our ship. I desperately tried and thought of all ways to save my men and myself so that I could come back to you. Alas, I failed to come back alive. But I have fulfilled my promise.

These pearls are yours, but allow me to go now, my dearest. I no longer belong to this mortal realm. The townsmen and your friend are right. These are no rumours."

I touch his cheek. They are wet. His clothes are drenched, the droplets are dripping on the floor. "Swami, why are you saying all this? Do you want to make fun of my waiting even more?"

He places a finger on my lips and leans in. I blush and close my eyes and let his lips descend on mine. He slowly kisses me fully. I can feel my saree getting drenched due to his wet clothes. His hold tightens around me as if he wants to stay here. I brings my arms around him. I will never let him go anywhere far from now.

"I am sorry, priye," He whispers on my lips and kisses me lightly once again. He steps outside from my embrace and walks backward to the doorway. Tears glisten in his eyes, and there is a falter in his smile. His chest rises as he takes deep breathes.

I don't understand where and why is he going back. I ask him and shout at him, but he keeps walking away until I feel a cold shower of water on my face.

"Sakhi, you have descended to madness now. He isn't here."

My head will burst. I no longer now what is true and what is false. He was here, my heart knows. He kissed me lovingly a few moments back. Where is he? Why did he leave?

Swirling black clouds greet my vision and I see a large wave in front of me as I fall unconscious again before hearing my friend crying again.

When I want to see your lovely face, I only see these blue dark waves, reminding me that you no longer are beside me. I am stuck here in this cold sea bed -- that I will never feel your hands caressing my head. I will never see you smile again.

But, I shall last here for a little while and the fate of my journey ahead rests on you, my beloved.

The great poet, Kalidasa asked the dark monsoon clouds,

"Carry my letter, my love filled words, to my dear one who sits alone. Soothe her heart and remind her that I shall soon join her once again."

Forgiveness seems like a hard job, sea god, for you separated my lover from me.

You were unkind to me and now to my beloved. Be kind this time at least and soothe my lover there who grieves and wastes away.

I no longer bear such a pitiful state of the woman, I so ardently love.

Tell her, that she has to accept my death, so I may no longer relive my terrible death and this fate of being separated from her.

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~Dear wife, I leave behind this giant conch, so each time you put your ear to this, you shall hear my voice and go to sleep. Dream of me sometimes, but do not wake up and cry.

These pearls are a token of forgiveness from the sea lord. He helped me to fulfill my promise. Wear it on your neck and smile at the mirror. You will always find me admiring you in the reflection.

As days pass by, the pain will lessen. I hope that each time you look up at the moon, you start smiling and may tears never adorn your eyes. I want you to remember me with a beautiful smile.

And somewhere sometimes, we might meet again. Until then, let me go now.....

I have loved you. I still love you and I promise to love you once again the next time we meet.

Goodbye, for now, priye....

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Thank you for reading this one. My fingers are aching and I think so do my shoulders but coming to this one.

Virahotkanthita contains the word virah which means separation. In Indian classical literature as well as in Indian classical music and dance, the virah ras is used very often to depict the pangs of separation the characters go through.

Particularly in dance, this nayika often complains to her friend and cries out sometimes. She dreams that her lover is here. Sometimes she is in doubt what if the lover has found someone else. She sighs and sings to nature to bring her lover back.

And what's ultimate separation? Death. Usually virah happens in dance items due to a quarrel or when the guy is out on some trip and the lady love is missing him a little too much. And while depicting Radha Krishna, we see Radha crying to her best friend about Krishna's departure from Vrindavan.

I decided to use death here as a reason. Why? I love to torture my own heart that's why. Okay, tbh j wanted to explore how death could be used and I hope I could tug at your heart strings for this.

The first three gifs show the lovely Sukriti Airi who is a kathak dancer. I made the gif from her Ae ri sakhi video (the actual inspiration behind writing this)

And the last gif features the wonderful Sharon Lowen, one of my favourite veteran odissi dancers from her Kalidasa's Panchnayika show that aired on Doordarshan.

I would appreciate your views on this (isssh ab zyada formal ho gaya) so yes do tell me if this one made you sad Or not :)

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[ramayantika]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬?

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

Out to my lover

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞?

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 -- 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥?

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प्यार में डूबी प्यार में खोयी, प्यार की धुन में जागी ना सोयी

दुनिया से है वो अनजानी, सब केहते हैं प्रेम दीवानी

Moon God, be kind to me today. Allow me to step outside this village and lead the way to the flower bower where my lover awaits.

I shall learn the lesson to restrain the mind from the sages tomorrow. Tonight I want his warm hands to travel on my tender frame that I have so ardently adorned. Ananda, the holy bliss, I have heard people tirelessly looking for, for which many have left homes and travelled to the snow capped mountains, I find it all in his embrace.

I shall travel far and wide. I shall brave the slithering snakes of the shrubs who lie hidden under the shade. I shall steady my heart to walk alone on this forest path, but Moon god, I shall faint, if someone else from the village finds me travel at this ungodly hour.

Do not jest here. True, I am travelling like a robber in the dark, but I am no robber. My heart has been robbed by the charming one who awaits me in the fragrant bower. You must not let anyone know of this clandestine affair.

Rest, I hope my plea is accepted by your kind heart. Haven't you helped lovers before?

Is it the moonlight or my lover indeed on the river? I see her white scarf fly with the breeze. The stars have showered there twinkling light on the river to welcome the bewitching beauty.

The earthen lamp illuminates her face. Could there be any other alluring sight other than that? The tiny flame dances across her moon-like face. They light her eyes, and I can see a hint of passion as well as determination. The love warrior has set out to battle on the love bed. Is that true?

She needs no sword to wound my heart. Her eyes are skilled to do the job. Anticipation has filled me, I wonder what will she do today? Tresses open, the jasmine garland scattered on her bosom, the love warrior shall show no mercy today.

।।𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓸𝓻𝓪'𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ।।

The world has reduced me to a bird belonging to old legends and fairytales. But, I am real for you. My love is real for you.

I can see the lovers. The maiden is rowing the boat with sweat dripping down her forehead, as her lotus like eyes dart around here and there. I see the bewitched man who thinks that moonlight, you, my love has come down to decorate her form, to help her enchant him.

Like all brave lovers, she too has set her heart to meet him. She has ventured outside her courtyard once, not caring about remarks and whispers that would disgrace her if someone catches her and her lover. I venture out boldly to love you, but you never wait for me. Before, I reach you, you disappear and send the burning sun in the sky.

This distance between us makes me keep loving you. Your distant form that shines brightly at the world keeps my hopes intact that someday like these lovers, I shall meet you someday. Maybe, I will find you enchanted by me just like this man.

My pleas for union fall in your deaf ears. But, if my love is pure, let the lovers meet tonight.

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Because the test went well today, I wrote this up

Also finding dance videos to make these gifs is a real job. My fingers are hurting after making them and typing this. I still love doing this so it's worth the little pain.

So Abhisarika means the heroine who is all set to meet her lover. Nothing will stop her. That's what she thinks and is out in the dark with a shawl over her body so she may remain hidden in the dark.

I have found some lovely kathak videos that brilliantly poetry abhisarika nayika. The first gif is from a kathak video only. I was lucky to get the diya and dark bg one for the video because editing it to make it dark would have been another job and I am lazy.

Also I have no idea why did I write about the chakora but I did.

I have a test tomorrow too so I will head to study. Hope you enjoy this little piece

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[ramayantika]

One would not spend a glance at the heavenly apsaras, if their eyes fall on this lovelorn lady. Her hair as dark as the night sky holds golden ornaments, making her appear as if the night goddess is adorning herself to enchant the mortals. She has weaved fragrant flowers into her hair. Does she not fear the bees that will come seeking sweet nectar, thinking her hair and those flowers to be a flower bower?

She sighs and looks outside the window. How long must I wait more, my love? Is it due to her sidelong glances that her lover hasn't turned up at the doorstep? Her eyes shoot love arrows that hit faster and deeper into the heart than Kama's.

How do I contain myself with patience when with each breath, I am reminded that my beloved shall come home soon? But, as I blink and open my eyes, I do not find him beside me. I dream and sigh in despair. It's been so long since I have embraced you. Come soon, my dearest.

Vāsakasajjā (वासकसज्जा) refers to “one dressed up for union” and represents a type of mistress (nāyikā), according to the Nāṭyaśāstra.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.

मेरे नैना, मेरे कंगना, मेरी चुनरी, मेरी चोली

मेरा जोबन, मेरा दर्पण, मेरी बिंदिया, तेरी निंदिया ना उड़ा दे तो कहना

And there she hears a knock at the door. She forgets to breathe for a moment, realizing that he has indeed come home now.

Tears glisten in her beautiful eyes. With a bated breath, she opens the door, her eyes now closed, so she can regain composure to look at her lover after so long.

She forgot her plans about scolding him in mock anger or to demand what gifts did he get for her, or her rather bold actions to kiss him as soon as she lays her eyes over his handsome countenance. All forgotten when he hears him speak.

"I am home, my love."

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The second in the Ashtanayika series!

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[ramayantika]

Before I lose my mind let me put this. I was watching a reel a dance reel as usual so the dancer interpreted the song in this manner.

"As I slowly warm up to him with his kisses, he starts to smear red colour on me. I say, I do not need the red colour on me because I already have my red kumkuma bindi on my forehead.

Also, the sun is exactly as red as this gulaal, and this red sun is so strong that it turned my cheeks red.

My lips have turned all red because of your kisses.

Hey, these are not just excuses. I forgot to tell you. Remember, when you held my held my wrist, you left your red marks on my arm. Also, when you look at me, all of my body becomes red with passion and excitement.

So, tell me, Krishna, why do I need this red colour (gulaal)"

I AM POSITIVELY SCREAMING INSIDE MY HEAD. HALF NO WELL 99% OF MY HOPELESS ROMANTIC SIDE EMERGED FROM KRISHNA AND DANCE.

Gdfgsgsfsffsgs I can't with this. I haven't posted those poems here or anywhere. Heck, I haven't written them down too, it's in my head but idk if I make sense, but these are the ones that normally seem overboard with love. It's crazy and deep I end up feeling so much sometimes I think I am going to rant okay well that's what I do here half of the time

A lot of my writings here come to me after I have dance and those romantic poems and ashtanayika writeups were all after I tried portraying them inside my head. It's overwhelming at times to feel so much and become so many characters. I feel it's either them becoming me Or vice versa.

But a close friend told me that you have the heart of a lover, so maybe that's why portraying love comes naturally to me especially while dancing

Varna samne agar guzri raaste mein i look like I am going to murder someone because my brother's friends have told him that they think that I control him at home?!

Vdvsgssggsgsns I have no idea why and what I am writing. This was supposed to be a post about that dance video

Also I wish I was as romantic in person minus the dancing part because I am going to go all romantic while dancing and not in any other case.

I need to calm down lol bye

#samridhi speaks #more like samridhi rants

[ramayantika]

I did girls as classical dancers but not girls as ashtanayikas

#samridhi speaks #will do this after exams

[ramayantika]

I need to complete the ashtanayika series

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