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teaah-art · 11 months

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Desi LGBT Fest 2023 (hosted by @desi-lgbt-fest)

Day 7 : Faith/Rituals of Love

Definitely geared heavily towards the 'Faith' part of this prompt as soon as I read it!

If being Queer is defying conventions and if being a part of the Queer community means going against heteronormativity and gender conformity, is it not Queer to forego materialistic ties and the love of a human partner and embrace the love of a greater being you have only heard about in stories?

All four individuals featured here were integral part of the Bhakti Movement and/or Sufism in South Asia. None were married other than Meerabai.

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Chaitanya Mahaprabhu (1486-1534) : A key name of the Bhakti Movement and the Gauriya Vaishnav tradition in 15th Century Bengal, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu was believed to have been a vessel for both Radha and Krishna. Bengali doesn't use pronouns or gendered language and we may never know what they would have preferred to be identified as in a language they didn't know (English), I will simply resort to using They/Them for them. Their written teachings are few and far between but the verse mentioned here is the seventh verse of the only written record of their teachings, the Shikshastakam - a collection of 8 total verses. The translation here is my own and quite literal so that the interpretation is left to the reader.

Meerabai (1498-1597) : [CW : IMPLIED QUEERPHOBIA/APHOBIA] Meerabai was born into Rajput royalty and was married off, also to Rajput royalty, in likely an arranged marriage. While most of the stories surrounding her are folklore whose historicity is yet to be confirmed, her marital status can be confirmed, and so can her devotion and affection for Krishna and the divine, which she has herself penned in numerous poems and songs. Folklore does strongly imply that she was non-committal to her marriage and that her in-laws tried to poison her to death multiple times for it.

Kabir (1398–1448 or 1440–1518) : Found as an orphan by a Muslim weaver couple, Kabir's religion grew to become somewhat of an enigma for future generations. His stance, however, on the topic romance and marital relationships is quite clear - he looked down upon them and a huge chunk of his couplets strongly imply that romantic and sexual relations simply obstruct spiritual enlightenment.

Bulleh Shah (1680-1757) : Bulleh Shah, though an ardent proponent of loving the divine, was declared a Kafir, a non-believer/non-Muslim by a quite a few Muslim clerics of the time. He was known for speaking up against existing power hierarchies of the time and used vernacular speech for his writings (Punjabi, Sindhi) which not only served to popularize his works, but also let people connect to his words.

A personal note on my motivations under the cut.

A while back when I was actively going through the anxiety of finding out that I am ace and that I will never fit into the current South Asian society that the wedding industry has a chokehold on, I desperately wanted to see people from my own culture living happily without a partner. During one of my history rabbit hole escapedes, I restumbled upon the story of Meerabai, how she always insisted on loving and devoting herself towards Krishna, despite being married into a normative and wealthy household and despite her in-laws repeatedly attempting to poison her for not committing to her husband. Most of us from India grow up hearing about Meerabai, her spiritual connections to Krishna, and her struggles. The moral of those stories is always framed as 'believe in god, he will help you through tough times'. But this was the first time I was making a different connection, I was drawing different morals. And when I took Meerabai's non-conformity to her married life and started looking for more examples like hers, I was overwhelmed by how many more individuals existed without a partner, condemned being in a normative, married relationship, admitted to having lost human connections and faced resistance even, and yet stayed true to their orientation and sounded HAPPY! It was extremely hard to narrow it down to these four, but these do make my point! Labels are hard to transpose across cultures and history. But if being queer means being nonconforming of marital structures and being aspec/arospec implies neutrality, indifference, or aversion to romance and intercourse, then no one fits the label if they don't.

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indian-kahani · 11 months

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Day 12: The First in my Family to:

Tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest, @desi-yearning @morally-gayy @manujanolavu - someone suggested me to do a taglist, and these are just the people that have interacted most with my writing so yeah! if you want to be tagged/removed from the taglist then no worries, just dm me :]

You know, Amma, same-sex marriage was legalised yesterday.

(Although, since your daughter is one of those, I’m sure you know that already)

I can imagine your reaction, Amma. I think you set down your teacup with a deep sigh, and left it to get cold on the sidetable. I can imagine your thought that now I am free to shame the family name even more.

I can imagine Appa slamming his hand on the table and muttering that his daughter was ruined by the internet. I can imagine him commenting on a hate-spreading news story, The Immorals are Free to Marry. I can imagine him storming about the house, tight-lipped, hating what his daughter has always been.

I am the first person to become a doctor in this family, Amma. I am the first person to walk across a stage a student, and walk off of it a doctor.

But, you know what?

I am the first person to be lesbian and out, proud to show the world who I love. I am the first person to hold my lovers hand and walk up the two hundred steps of Jejuri with her, equals through this as through everything else. I am the first person in this family to marry a girl, and sit together on our wedding day, trying to find each others’ names in our mehendi. I am the first person in this family to wear a matching sari to my wife on our engagement day.

Isn’t love more important than money? Isn’t that what you’ve always told me? Does that only apply to me when there is a boy leading me around the wedding fire?

I know you don’t hate me, Amma. Hate the sin, but love the sinner, right?

Well, guess what, Amma?

I am the first person in my family who is ready to stand at the top of Mount Kailash itself, and scream to the world that yes, I am gay. Yes, I am a woman. Yes, I have a wife.

I am the first person in my family to be a woman, and yet kiss one on the lips with passion, unafraid of who we are as long as we are together.

I am the first person in my family to look her parents in the eye and choose my wife over them.

And I am not a sin.

I wanted to write something really badly, but nothing was really flowing so this is quite similar to one of my earlier prompts (day 9, I think it was?) hope you enjoy anyway <3

#indian-kahani #avani writes #desi lgbt+ fest #indian kahani #lgbtq+#desi teen #desiblr #lgbt #lgbt+#lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+#same sex marriage in india #same sex marriage #lesbian #gay #wlw ig?

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janaknandini-singh999 · 10 months

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Day 25: Saptiya? (Did you eat?)

@desi-lgbt-fest

Vilasini came running and opened the door to the terrace sighing, a plate filled with food in her hand, thinking she'd finally get a little respite, leaving behind the humdrum of the wedding downstairs for a while at least and be able to eat out in the open. She was tired of pretending to be the perfect girl as desi atmosphere usually pressurizes one to be.

"Your name means cheerful and brilliant, so act like it, beta" some distant relative had told her smiling at her house when she was very small and introverted. Even though her parents had just laughed and agreed with her then, they had later told her not to take it to the heart but still subtly reaffirm what the relative had said every now and then through their actions even though mostly they were very supportive and flexible even for brown parents.

"I should be grateful" she thought, but that incident and similar ones engraved themselves on her and she became The Vibrant Vilasini - smiling and laughing along even when she didn't want to and eventually it naturally birthed into the role to overshadow all her other flaws that came out when she was just Villu (the nickname only her close friends and family called her).

Even right now, she was just being The Vibrant Vilasini with everyone in the wedding, joking around and asking everyone if they wanted anything. Honestly, she started kinda enjoying it. Being lively wasn't so bad at all and it had gave her a lot of nice experiences when she was with people she actually enjoyed being around with. But after a while, she always felt like she needed an escape.

Like she had needed right now.

Run.

It was moments like these she'd run and find peace under the moonlight or something.

But right now, she suddenly froze upon seeing the back of someone leaning on the handrail, quietly watching the baarat from above. "Ugh I wasn't expecting anyone to be here at this time. God, WHY me?"

Run.

That was the first thought even right now so she turned to leave when she heard a notification from the person's phone and then a thud on the railing. She looked back again as she saw the person had hit the railing or something and put their hands on their head in frustration. Vilasini closed the distance between them and saw it was a beautiful girl in a yellow sari with soft eyes turned slightly red in anger and long, lustrous hair like that of a goddess. Vilasini couldn't hold herself back from clearing her throat and whistling,

"Oo someone is really angry."

There. The Vibrant Vilasini was back. Vilasini could kick herself in the stomach right now but something wanted her to stay here with this girl and talk to her for a bit.

"Who the heck are you? And what do you want?" She looked around at her and snapped.

Oof, not the best start. But damn? She looked lovely even while furious, Vilasini stared for a second and then peeped a glance at the girl's phone at whose notification had seemed to trigger her earlier. She clicked her tongue.

"Ah, your friend didn't show up. I'm so sorry.. but I can keep you company in their place." Vilasini winked and braced herself for another blow. But it never came.

Instead, tears silently rolled down the girl's cheeks. Vilasini then noticed that her eyes had shifted to the procession below, which was now at its peak extravaganza. The groom was dancing heartily on the horseback.

"I loved him.. so much" the girl finally whispered.

Vilasini took a step back and started singing "Accha chalta hoon-" but the girl wasn't even looking at her anymore, not even acknowledging her presence as if she was invisible. That attacked right into the careful armour of her vibrant persona, which cracked open and now she felt more sad and connected to this girl than ever, it reminded her of herself when she was her true self. Maybe the energy reached the girl too so she looked at Vilasini now and asked quietly, "Did I love him too much, or too less.. that this happened?"

Vilasini had never wanted to hug someone so much her entire life but she withheld herself because she wasn't sure of this girl's comfort space. So, she just smiled. A genuine warm smile and whispered,

"You loved him enough to let him go."

That made the girl finally smile back. And God. If Vilasini thought she was gorgeous in anger, she was heavenly when smiling.

"You're red in the face, are you fine.. umm"

"Vilasini is the name. But Villu or Villaa or Villy or whatever you like, gorgeous." she said in a sing song voice. "And well, I'm red coz I'm ANGRY. THAT dude was your one true love?! Are you kidding me?? Coz well, he's my jiju now so ya know I stole his jooti but how much I got in RETURN? 2 RUPEES?!! WHO DOES THAT-" Vilasini handed the coin aggressively to her.

The girl burst out laughing, wiping away her tears and said, nodding and laughing in between again, "He's always been a miser."

Vilasini grinned back, and refused when she gave it back to her, "You can keep it. Consider it the last sign of his from the universe that Thank God You Didn't End Up With Him. My sister may have been an idiot in love to marry him, and I couldn't save her, so now I have a jijjaji that won't even give me TREATS. UGH. But don't worry coz I bet you're gonna find someone a million times better than him now."

The girl raised her eyebrows in amusement and tilted her head, saying "Thank you. I wish the same to you."

Suddenly, her stomach started rumbling.

"Oh, RIGHT I TOTALLY FORGOT." Vilasini exclaimed and brought out her plate. "Did you eat?"

"I haven't since yesterday." She replied and looked over the pheras taking place now, a numb sort of sorrow quietly settling itself on her eyes and smile.

"Not again." Vilasini whispered

"I really don't feel like having anything, and this is yours so-"

"Oh, please. There's more than enough food for both of us, and for some reason I've felt oddly full since the morning so even I have not eaten anything all day. But if you're not having, I won't either now."

"You-"

"AHA!" Vilasini quickly placed a morsel of a piece of roti and dal in her mouth as she had just opened it, and smiled. "There's no turning back now, you're trapped into indulging into this delicious shaadi ka khaana."

On the rooftop of a small makaan nearby, and elsewhere all over the city, there were brides breaking the fast by their spouses feeding while seeing the moon together.

It was Karva Chauth 🌙

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Later that night,

"Shlokaa bro, I'm SOO sorry. This bloody fever and cold last minute so I couldn't come to the wedding. I'm a terrible best friend." a voice apologized tensely on call.

"Don't be silly, Aditi. It's alright. I would've been more mad if you had come and fallen more ill because of me. How are you feeling now?" Shlokaa put her phone on speaker and absentmindedly fidgeted with her pen.

"Much better now after the kaadha and stuff mummy made me." Aditi paused, "You know you didn't have to go through all of that all on your own by going to the wedding and seeing him, right?"

Shlokaa put the pen down and thought for a moment, somehow being able to smile at last and say "Nah, I had to. One sided shit barely ever benefited anyone. It was my thing and I needed my heart and eyes to see that it was actually over for good. And besides.. I loved him enough to let him go."

"Proud of you, girlie. Accha listen, you'll have to excuse and forgive your bestie one last time because I've gotta sleep now. Villu leaves from the first train tomorrow early morning so I have to see her off."

"Vi- who?" Shlokaa's heart skipped a beat.

"Arey, Villu.. Vilasini!! She's my cousin. You must have met her at the shaadi yesterday. She is impossible to miss because she's the life of every party. I absolutely have NO clue how she does it but she interacts and brightens literally everyone up in the room. Funny how mummy says Vilasini wasn't always like this but now compares me to her all the damn time, yaaaar. She says if Vilasini can learn then why can't I? Like bro what??Anyway, you'd meet her and think she's the most obedient and charming one you've ever met but trust me, I've known that girl since childhood and in the end, she wouldn't listen to anyone but herself and still manage to do what's best for everyone, and I respect her so much for that. Hello? Shlo bro, are you even listening?"

Shlokaa wasn't. Her mind had been stuck on one name ever since her friend had mentioned it: Vilasini. In no time, she whirled back into yesterday night on the terrace where she first saw her. Adorned in a pink lehenga wearing golden jhumke, she had looked more dazzling than the stars above. Dark eyes, and a faint smile on her cherry lips made her face even resemble the moon amidst the night of her messy hair. Shlokaa remembered feeling even a pang of jealousy on seeing her for the first time because she was also fair skinned, and no matter how hard Shlokaa would try, she believed that effortlessly pretty girls like these would always have an unfair advantage in society over her. But that wasn't the only reason she had first snapped at her. Vilasini had reminded her of the mean, popular girls that had been at her school in the beginning because of her seemingly insensitive and jesting attitude, and she just couldn't stand them. Nor could she stand just being helpess and not doing anything about it. She was a no nonsense girl who revolted against such injustice and people were a little intimidated of her because of that. They would say bad things behind her back to convince themselves that they weren't scared of her, it was she who was weird instead. But Shlokaa couldn't care less. One thing her mother had taught her was to be grounded. Shlokaa may not be a lot of things but she was strong. Her mother lovingly used to tell her how she was so dedicated to reading Bhagavad Gita when she was pregnant with Shlokaa so she had absorbed all the wisdom and values like Abhimanyu had about the chakravyun when his mother had him in the womb.

Coming back - Shlokaa was wrong about Vilasini. She had helped her that night and made her feel something no one ever had, even though she didn't even know her. She could feel her easy yet striking gaze on her even now as she imagined Vilasini in her head, and without thinking what she was saying, she snapped back into reality and suddenly blurted out to Aditi,

"Can you take me along with you tomorrow?"

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browngurl99 · 1 year

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Do they realize how misleading this advertisement is? 👀

(Image Description: A Newspaper advertisement of a clothing brand. There is a picture of Two men in Traditional Indian attire, standing next to each other. Beside that picture, there's a picture of Two women in Traditional Indian attire, standing next to each other. Under the two pictures, there's a phrase in Marathi that translates to "Auspicious time for Wedding shopping")

@desi-lgbt-fest

#desi tag #desiblr #desi lgbtq #desi queer

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anaccidentwaitingtohappen · 11 months

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@desi-lgbt-fest day 1 - dream gay aesthetic

idk for a while now I've been dreaming of having The gay wedding and being safe and loving people and being loved by people.

(i know I can do better than just this but it's day 1 so I'm going into it slowly)

#he creates #moodboard #desi lgbt fest #queer #pride tag

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skyland2703 · 1 year

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FANFICTION TROPES AHDNSJADKSNSIFHSJB

…okay so I’m a sucker for my otps ahdkdhajdfjskn what did you expect— 😅😅😅

Tagging: @augment-techs @naraozu @ineedsomesleeptoday @mo-ok @fans-of-the-damned @jenscotts @lastmafagafo @tired-desi-phoenixx @maritimetiger @regaliasonata @nobodycallsmerae and anybody else I forgot agdkdnajnfmabdfkwh

#tag games #I’ll pretend like I didn’t think of Javelia for every single one of these

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noiselessbuck · 11 months

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top five desi ways i've thought of coming out

"well she"

"my niece"

"the girls are both"

"his older sister is"

gone

not entirely

she- it- i- trace my foot steps like rain water under sneakers

i wonder what id trade it all for

if i trade out the sneakers for oxfords or something else as pristine masculine and english

trade them in for a second pair of shoes are they walking down the aisle to me or i to them

and would the gasps come in a canon after the ripping open of invitations

or would we sort of skirt around names until

the gasps come when your shoes walk the aisle to me

who would leave who would pester who would give a silent shoulder

who would open what book to say what vow

when my name is said in a chapel would i even dare invite the murmuration of aunties

i havent been in a church since his funeral

there's a lot of times i couldve said that

what if there was no chapel maybe no second set of shoes or maybe the tenderest queerest runaway elopement

and so i swap my sneakers for oxfords when i visit the mortician

and when my name is said in a chapel

what will you say

can i hear it

can i ever hear you say you're happy for me

i explain im not catholic i say i only go to church for weddings funerals and baptisms

no one has baptized me

when i was big enough to hold in a forearm you did not know me

when i was tall enough to reach the shelves you did not know me

when i was reckless enough to tell you who i am you did not know me

when i dive into paperwork searching for transformation you do not know me

i am drowning in paper cuts and you sharpen each edge

cinderella's dress left her behind at the stroke of midnight. because what would've happened if it had stayed. what would happen if you came back to a house built out of snaps and sneers in everything stunning you deserved all along. what if you came back to venomous bicker with all the glowing confidence of getting the boy in the best outfit blue like you always wanted

what would happen if you came back to a house with the mustache you always wanted

with the constellations of acne and glitter of sweat and oil you always wanted

with the voice you always wanted

you could use your voice

you keep choosing not to

because they won't put you behind glass in a display case in an exhibit with discussion questions on the placket

if you dont

@desi-lgbt-fest

#desi lgbt #my poems #probably the most i've written religion in a long time #thanks for the prompt!

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achoola · 4 years

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We were sorely deprived of getting to see Sweety and Kuhu get married imo

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desi-lgbt-fest · 2 years

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Hello Gaysis!!!

We bring to you the 30 day prompts for the Desi LGBT Fest 2022!!!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

This year we're giving a chance for the creators and non creators as well to come together and take part in fest..

The orange prompts are for the creators in Create Weeks! Feel free to create stories, poetry, art, moodboards anything based on the orange prompts.

The purple prompts are made for the Share Weeks. Here everybody can share their own experience based on the day's prompt with us!

The blue prompts are special ones. There's one on 15th and one on 30th. On 15th we will signal boost queer charities in desi countries and on 30th we will post some highlights from last year's fest.

In this post we will post rules and guidelines for posting for the prompts. The image description is under the cut

Image description:

Background photo of LGBTQ flag with smaller desi country flags at the bottom. In the forefront on white background, there's a title Desi LGBT Fest 2022. Subtitle: 30 days prompt list.

Under that there's a calendar for June month with each day's prompt filled in the corresponding day's cell.

Prompt list

1-7 Create Week

Pride

Music

Distance

Fear

Sunday

First

Letter

8-14 Share Week

Fave Queer Movie

Fave Non-Queer but Really Queer Movie

Your Pride dream outfit

First time you heard ‘gay’

Queer Bollywood Night

Irl queer experience

Your Hottest Queer Take

Signal boosting/break

16-22 Create Week

16. Ghazhal

17. Wedding

18. Boundary

19. Myth

20. Monsoon

21. Festival

22. Celestial

23-29 Share Week

23. Queer Activist

24. Queer Activist 2

25. Your Fave Queer Artwork on tumblr

26. Queer Bollywood Night 2

27. Your Fave desi fanfiction

28. Share a fave memory with a Tumblr mutual

29. Anonymous Confession

30. Last year's highlights

#desi lgbt fest 2022 #desi lgbt fest #desi lgbt fest prompts #desi tag #desiblr #desi queer #desi lgbt

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wlwfilmscenes · 2 years

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Out at the Wedding (Lee Friedlander, 2007)

#out at the wedding #wlw #lgbt movie #lee friedlander #cathy debuono #desi lydic

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teaah-art · 11 months

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Desi LGBT Fest 2023 (hosted by @desi-lgbt-fest)

Day 3 : Fear/Guilt

CW: Aphobia, Homophobia, Misogyny

POV you're Ace/Aro/Aspec/Arospec in a 'get hetero married, have kids' heavy culture but not really very out to people. I mean, at this point the marriage culture is so deeply ingrained being out will probably exacerbate the guilt haha hahahahahaha haha hah....haha

Anyway, text flowed better in Hindi for me but ALT text available with translation+transliteration of the scribbles as well as the narrative text. English translation+transliteration of just the narrative text under the cut

Transliteration:

Hath Peele Nahin Honge,

Na khilegi mehendi ki lali,

Ghar me baaraat nahin aayegi,

Rishtedaron ko nyota nahin jayega

Safar ka humrahi bhi nahi hoga,

Jeevansathi bhi nahi hoga,

Humdard hokar bhi dard nahin samajh aayenge.

Humraaz hokar bhi raaz nahin rujhayenge.

Kabhi kabhi ek sukoon sa lagta hai,

Na rishte banenge, na dard hoga.

Lekin kya dost ke dard me sukoon pana,

Wajib hai?

Translation:

Hands won't stain yellow,

Neither will the red of the henna flourish,

The wedding party won't come home,

The relatives won't get an invite,

The journey won't have any fellow travellers,

There won't be a life partner,

Pain doesn't make sense despite being empathetic,

Secrets don't seem enticing despite being a confidante.

Sometimes, there's a sense of relief,

Bonds won't form, there won't be any pain.

But is it fair to seek relief in a friend's pain?

#desilgbtfest23 #desi lgbt fest #desi lgbtq #doodles #tw aphobia #tw sexism #tw misogyny #tw rape mention #tw homophobia #ask to tag #comics #original comic #original art #my art #sorry alt text translation is crappy #read under cut for better flow/translation

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indian-kahani · 11 months

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Desi LGBT Fest: Day 9 - Perseverance

tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest - I also actually wanted to say a big big big thankyou for making me feel so loved! I was super nervous to get involved but you have reblogged every single one of my posts with the sweetest tags and it really means a lot <3

i've already tagged her at the bottom of the post but also for @tumhari-bhairavi, you've been the sweetest about all my writing <333

Dear Amma,

I’m leaving for college tonight. Yes, me – your sweet little Padma…! I’m scared, Amma. I’m really, really scared. I know you love me no matter what. I know you will always be there by my side, calling me your bangara. I know that I have you and Papa, and Anshu, by my side.

Amma, no matter how grown up I am I will still be your little baby. Can I still be the girl that held your hand in the market? Can I still be the tiny girl you loved so much? This world hates me, Amma. You know I have always been so gentle. How do I survive in this world that hates people like me so much? I can’t love who I want to openly, so how do I hide the sweetest parts of me?

I can’t hold Anshika’s hand in public, or kiss her under the stars after drinking tea and taste the sugar on her lips. I can’t take photos with her in a booth or rest my head on her shoulder. I can’t stand in front of a crowd with a priest and lead her around the fire with a knot tied in our dresses, showing the Lord himself how we love each other. I can’t hide my name in her wedding mehendi. I might never be able to put a ring on her finger…!

I’m scared to go to college, Amma. What if they hate me too? I know the world is getting bigger but there will always be people determined to hate me for something I can’t control. Will you still love me even after people ask you where you went wrong as a parent? Will you still call me your vajra after people tell you to marry me off to some fine, upstanding boy to fix me? Will I still have a home with you, at least, even if everyone else despises me?

If you promise me that much, Amma, I will try my best. I will be a daughter you can be proud of. I will do whatever it takes if you just give me this one thing more. You have already sacrificed so much for my ambitions: please give me your blessings along with it.

One day, Amma, I will carry Anshika up the two hundred steps of Jejuri and stand before God who made us so beautiful. One day, I will make you so proud that you will ask me to carry you till the top of Kedarnath so you can thank Shiva for giving you such a fine daughter. I will do anything, everything I can, Amma.

I promise.

bangara - gold [language - kannada]

vajra - diamond [language - kannada]

This honestly hit really close to home for me. I relate to Padma a lot, always wanting my parents to be proud of me, and writing this was super emotional. I may or may not have cried but yk-

This was inspired by @tumhari-bhairavi's piece for desi-lgbt-fest-2022 day 3, fear.

#lesbian #wlw #lgbt #lgbt+#avani writes #indian kahani #indian-kahani #lgbtq #lgbtq+#desi lgbt+ fest #day 9 prompt #perseverance #i cried writing this #this hit really close to home for me tbh #padma #anshika x padma #anshika

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