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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 7

Chapter 6.5, part 2

Two years went by and we had hardly any time left. A month, at best. And whose fault was it?

Some fancy college in Bhuvaneshwar.

“You’ll be able to apply for Oxford and Cambridge if you study here, mamoni,” Maa had told me six months ago. I couldn’t resist the offer.

With constant above average in both ICSE examinations and a track record full of fancy words (“prefect”, “head girl”, “captain”—that when cut down to its very marrow, meant being a slave to order), I realised this was probably the best chance I could get.

“Just imagine your life after this, after maybe even a PhD,” Maa murmured. It was almost like it was her dream I lived in, and not my (very real, unfortunately) life.

In a broader sense, though, I had it better than the others. Over the last couple of years, I had seen my closest friends succumb to tiny, white pills they named “drugs”—more like the pincers they use to cut your heartstrings out. I remembered empty parking lots, screams echoing off of the walls: except I could blame no one, not even Papa, this time. They were my screams, and they were my friends. Except sometimes. I confused the two.

Sometimes they were my friends’ screams, and sometimes they were mine. Sometimes the white cloth was draped over their heads, and sometimes over mine.

“Okay,” I told Maa. It was quite a dream, indeed. Mornings and nights spent doing what I loved. It felt a bit like getting back at those tiny pills, giving a silent nod to my friends.

How cheesy, they’d have said.

Now, as I sat on the balcony, swinging my legs, Barandaye Roddur randomly blared from the dysfunctional speakers in my head. I hummed its tune, going quite off-key at some points.

“Renu?”

I continued tapping my fingers on the chair’s armrest.

“Renu? Can I come in?”

I snapped out of my reverie. “Sorry, yeah, come on in!” I said, holding the door open. I’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“Paro, why do you have a penchant for randomly barging in at fucking five a.m?” I asked her, mildly annoyed. Well, I was supposed to be annoyed. Instead, I found myself grinning from ear to ear.

Paro shrugged nonchalantly, slipping into my chair. Sweat dripped from her hair and her arms seemed to have a slight tremor to them. Had she been practising bharatanatyam at five in the morning?

“You don’t look too sad about it.”

“I don’t look too sad about it because I am merciful,” I said, holding back a chuckle. “You’re tired.”

Paro pouted. I wanted to lean down and kiss her lips, remove that pout. Holy shit, what the hell, Renu?

“D’you want some tea?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from her lips. Since when did she start wearing lip gloss?

Paro drummed her fingers along the armrest. “Sure.”

I walked into the kitchen, almost tripping over the ledge right outside the balcony. I set the kettle to boil. Maa was leaning against the kitchen counter, scrubbing the sink. I set the cup down on the counter and gently pried her hands away from the sink. “Let me do that for you, Maa.”

Maa stared at me, quirking her brow.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. “Just because I’m gonna go away next month,” I said. She continued to stare at me like I was a specimen she could dissect in her lab.

“Come on, Maa, I’m not that useless!”

Maa shrugged and dropped the cloth at my side. “Is it just because Parvati is here?” she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

Maa shrugged again, trying her best to look nonchalant. “I mean, you two are quite the lovebirds. You sure you aren’t trying to impress her?”

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Maa,” I said, getting to work. “Besides, even if I did want to impress her, I’d have done it long ago. How can you woo a girl in a month?”

Maa grinned. “You can,” she said simply. “I’ve done it before.”

The kettle whistled. I almost cursed out loud. “Okay,” I said, trying to look cool. “Okay. Okay.”

“Such a shame your father got in the way,” Maa continued as she twirled a strand of her own hair. I couldn’t help but smile. Life with two mothers would have surely been interesting.

“Hey, Renu!” Paro called from the balcony. “That kettle whistled twice, you know!”

“Right.” I flipped the switch off and poured the steaming hot water into Paro’s favourite cup.

Maa nudged my shoulder. “If you really want to impress her, you aren’t doing an impressive job yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, Maa.”

“Don’t roll those eyes at me. I’m off. Enjoy your alone time with Parvati.” Maa walked off to her bedroom, a cup of black tea in her hand.

Stumbling awkwardly, I balanced two cups of tea on a tray and set it in front of Paro. “Both have two tablespoons of milk and a cube of sugar. Your choice,” I said. I already knew she was going to choose the cup with cherry blossoms and dragons engraved in its handle, but I preferred watching her face light up as she caught sight of her favourite cup.

Cups. They made up twenty percent of her day, and eighty percent of mine.

I sat down on the floor as she sipped her tea, trying not to stare at the way the sunlight illuminated her sharp eyes and the broken ridge of her nose.

“So,” I began, leaning against the wall. “What do you wanna talk about?”

Paro gave me a weird look. “Since when did we have committee meetings to decide what we want to talk about?”

“Since now?”

Paro sighed and tutted at me. She leaned forward in her chair, the cup making a clink! as she kept it on the tray. “I got you a book,” she said. “I’ll give it to you later.” Her fingers tapped on the armrest again. Was she nervous? Since when was she nervous with me?

“A book,” I repeated. “Why? My birthday’s a month away.”

Paro nodded, her eyes downcast. “I know.”

I smirked, taking a sip of my tea. “Oh, so a birthday gift in advance?” I teased her. “Nah, that won’t do. You’ll have to get a plane and come visit me.”

Silence.

Paro clenched her jaw. “It’s a compilation of Edgar Allan Poe’s works.”

“All of them?” I asked, my eyes widening.

She seemed to consider it. Her nose crinkles up when she thinks too much. “I think so,” she replied. “You’d know better.”

I beamed and leaned in to pinch her cheek. “You’re adorable.”

Paro’s eyes widened.

“What? Like I’ve never called you cute before?” I demanded, flailing my arms in annoyance. “Why does everyone think today’s the only day I’m behaving decently?”

She shrugged. “Maybe it’s because you’re really happy today.”

“Of course I am,” I said, grinning. “I’m always happy. But I’m happier with you.”

Was it because everything was red, or did Paro actually blush?

“What’s—what’s your favourite poem of Poe?” Paro asked. Strange. She never stuttered, either. She was always the daughter of the rich businessman she was meant to be: head held high, a cold expression on her face. To others, anyway. I’d probably punch her in the stomach if she tried that on me.

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“Probably.”

I chuckled, leaning against the wall again. “Tamerlane,” I replied.

Paro raised a perfectly arched eyebrow to scrutinise me. “Do you have a favourite verse?”

“Oh, she was worthy of all love,” I began in a teasing voice, twirling my fingers dramatically. “Love, as in infancy as mine—’twas such an angel minds above might envy, her young heart the shrine on which my every hope and thought were incense—then a goodly gift, for they were childish—and upright—pure—as her young example taught.”

I paused, trying and failing to keep up my facade. “Why did I leave it, and, adrift, trust to the fire within, for light?”

I looked at Paro, smiling down at me. Had she been staring this whole time?

“Did you really memorise all that?” she laughed. It was a sound as beautiful as ever. In another life, I could have been Poe, and she might have been my muse. Now, I was just a girl who wrote poetry no one ever saw, writing on and on about a goddess, Parvati, who had stolen her heart, body and soul; who laughed, danced, breathed just like someone I knew.

I shrugged. “I’ve got nothing better to do with my time,” I joked.

“No,” Paro shook her head. “I think it’s the best thing you could do with your time.”

I looked up at her, and broken lines of Poe rushed through my mind: jumbled up lines from different verses, making sense, incredulously, once put together.

We grew in age, and love, together—I saw no Heaven, but in her eyes—and she would mark the opening skies—and laughing at her girlish wiles, I’d throw me on her throbbing breast—there was no need to speak the rest—I had no being, but in thee—have you known the passion, father?

“What are you thinking?” Paro asked.

The words were out of my mouth before I could check them. “That you were the muse Poe wrote of, and I was the poet begging forgiveness.”

Silence. Of course I had to go on and do that.

I stood up and took the tray. “Sorry, I’ll just—” Paro shushed me as she pulled me over, smoothening the creases in my shirt.

I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak, only to feel her finger on my lips. “When I tell you to shut up, shut up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled.

“I love you, now go help Auntie with the table,” she said, jumping off the chair.

We’d said “I love you” to each other many times, ever since we had met in that park when we were five—so why did this feel any different?

“Love you too,” I murmured, walking into the kitchen, Paro close at my heels.

I almost tripped again.

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so sorry for being inactive, school's opened now and exam season is starting in a week or so T-T it's getting easier now, though, so i may post renu and paro's stories every weekend<3

#a shade darker than red chapter 7 #gaylord writes

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gulabiprincess · 6 months

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My aunt and uncle still call me mamoni like I didn’t age a million yrs since I last saw em 😭

#bangla term of endearment #they’re just as friendly as I rmbr #personal

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imran0606 · 1 year

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Mamoni

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ask-5493 · 2 years

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MAMONIS! if you were to meet any bemani artist, new or old, commissioned or in-house, who would it be? more than one artist is fine too ^_^

If you thought about it hard enough, um, I think you could come to the conclusion that I already hang around with kors k every day.

#川○_●)金曜日 #i drew with a trackpad for three hours past my bedtime to do this please like it

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susboi318116 · 2 years

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So finally got the energy to write this clown’s bio!

my obey me MC senpai! (not a self insert)

(drawing by @rtlandcloset thx bro ,check em’ out they draw intresting stuff and DOG) wait he want’s to put a small message fo you guy’s right here-

artist note ; did you know that senpai fuckboy jacket was the fuckboy jacket susboi wore in highschool

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( anyway yes I know senpai mean’s senior and he does have a reason for that name)

Birthday: july 20!

Age:19

Height: 6.3 / 193 cm

Waifu’s: Luci and barb (why the milf’s...)

fav food:(not rlly important but will bring context to some thing’s I will draw with him) EGG’S

Specie: ??? ???? ??? ??? ????

fav color too I guess: baby blue

some side info- He sometime’s wear’s deep red lipstick, he ended up joining on beel’s exersise outine not much people know how he can keep up with it, has REALLY GOOD eyesight, he only sleep’s 5 hour’s daily, somehow has alot of money (only mamony and belphie know why),paint’s his nail’s diffrently every 4 day’s, acording to his doctor ‘serious case of eye irritation’(it is not eye iritation),He has a terrible reputation in his town due to a incident involving him,CHURCH BOY. His nitendo switch is one of his biggest love intrest,hate’s his local church people.

Man

Opinion on The boi’s:

Luci- dear skeleton wife ,senpai would die for him 100%

Mamoney- He is senpai’s friend/cute little brother,senpai will die for him if needed

Leviachan- Senpai’s cute lil’ friend,senpai will die for him if needed

Tantan-Senpai’s friend- Senpai would die for him if needed

Asmo~ - FASHION BUDDY YEAAAAAAAH,senpai would die for him if needed

Beel-His other cute hungry lil bro- senpai almost broke the law of *** for him. also senpai would die for him if needed

belphie- eh their on normal term’s, Senpai would let him die,if it were’nt for beel’s feeling’s.

SOLOSUS- AYY HOW IT GOING MAN *swat’s back* sup,solosus can’t die so yeah but if he could senpai would die for him and do a ligma joke before it.

barb~- hiiiiii there um uhhhh SUP LET’S HAVE A TEA PARTY together~-Senpai would 100% die for him if needed

dia- oh beautifull baby boy so cute, senpai would die for him if needed and if barb don’t beat him to it

Simeon- bestie’s who visit eachother’s home’s,Senpai would die for him if needed.

Red

Luke- SON, if someone bullied luke that person would end up missing the next day, senpai would die for him if needed.

(not much with him and the new trio so no info on them YET)

mabye like in a week or 2 week’s i’ll post some of his backstory.

for now a picture of him as a child yay

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Click the link for some more info on kiwi egg

https://sites.google.com/view/https-the-egg-yay/home

he has rule’s to follow if he disobey’s the man in red will come for him.

#obey me mc #Rtl art tag #wsl rant tag #obey me senpai #obey me #obm #omswd #obey me oc

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reasoningdaily · 1 day

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Nganga - Wikipedia

A nganga (pl. banganga or kimbanda) is a spiritual healer, diviner, and ritual specialist in traditional Kongo religion.[1] These experts also exist across the African diaspora in countries where Kongo and Mbundu people were transported during the Atlantic slave trade, such as Brazil, the southern United States, Haiti and Cuba.

Etymology

Nganga means "expert" in the Kikongo language. The Portuguese corruption of the meaning was "fetisher."[2] It could also be derived from -ganga, which means "medicine" in Proto-Bantu. As this term is a multiple reflex of a Proto-Bantu root, there are slight variations on the term throughout the entire Bantu-speaking world.[citation needed]

Central Africa

Inyanga from Johannesburg, South Africa

In the Kingdom of Kongo and the Kingdom of Ndongo, expert healers, known as banganga, underwent extensive training to commune with the ancestors in the spiritual realms and seek guidance from them.[2] They possessed the skill to communicate with the ancestors in the spiritual realm, or Ku Mpémba, as well as divining the cause of illness, misfortune and social stress and preparing measures to address them, often by supernatural means and sacred medicine, or minkisi.[2]

They were also responsible for charging a nkisi, or physical objects intended to be the receptacle for spiritual forces that heal and protect its owner. When Kongo converted to Christianity in the late fifteenth century, the term nganga was used to translate Christian priest as well as traditional spiritual mediators.[3] In modern Kongo Christianity, priests are often called "Nganga a Nzambi" or "priests of God."[citation needed] The owner and operator of an nkisi, who ministered its powers to others, was the nganga.[4]

An English missionary describes how an nganga looks during his healing performance:

Thick circles of white around the eyes, a patch of red across the forehead, broad stripes of yellow are drawn down the cheeks, bands of red, white, or yellow run down the arms and across the chest.... His dress consists of the softened skins of wild animals, either whole or in strips, feathers of birds, dried fibres and leaves, ornaments of leopard, crocodile or rat's teeth, small tinkling bells, rattling seedpods...[4][5]

This wild appearance was intended to create a frightening effect, or kimbulua in the Kongo language. The nganga's costume was often modeled on his nkisi. The act of putting on the costume was itself part of the performance; all participants were marked with red and white stripes, called makila, for protection.[4]

The "circles of white around the eyes" refer to mamoni lines (from the verb mona, to see). These lines purport to indicate the ability to see hidden sources of illness and evil.[4]

Yombe nganga often wore white masks, whose color represented the spirit of a deceased person. White was also associated with justice, order, truth, invulnerability, and insight: all virtues associated with the nganga.[citation needed]

The nganga is instructed in the composition of the nkondi, perhaps in a dream, by a particular spirit. In one description of the banganga's process, the nganga then cuts down a tree for the wood that s/he will use to construct the nkondi. S/he then kills a chicken, which causes the death of a hunter who has been successful in killing game and whose captive soul subsequently animates the nkondi figure.[6] Based on this process, Gell writes that the nkondi is a figure an index of cumulative agency, a "visible knot tying together an invisible skein of spatio-temporal relations" of which participants in the ritual are aware.[7]

Southern Africa

A n'anga, close to Great Zimbabwe

In South Africa, the inyanga has a medicinal role, in contrast to the sangoma, who deals with divination and the ancestral spirits, however, the distinction has become blurred in some areas and many traditional healers tend to practice both arts.[8][9] In Swahili, mganga refers to a qualified physician or traditional healer.[citation needed]

Among the Shona people of Zimbabwe, a n'anga is a traditional healer who uses a combination of herbs, medical/religious advice and spiritual guidance to heal people. In Zimbabwe, N'angas are recognized and registered under the ZINATHA (Zimbabwe National Traditional Healer's Association).[10][11]

They are believed to have religious powers to tell fortunes, and to change, heal, bless or even kill people. Traditionally N’angas were people’s main source of help in all matters of life. They have existed for decades well before the British colonial era. Guerrilla leaders are said to have consulted with N’angas during the Rhodesian Bush War.[12]

Even today, N'angas are consulted by the people for advice and healing of many illnesses. Sometimes N'angas refer their patients to western medical practitioners and hospitals in case of emergency or illness they cannot cure with the help of their healing spirit.[13]

The Americas

In the United States, nganga, who acted as spiritual leaders, played a key role in Hoodoo practices, which combined Kongo religion, Christianity and indigenous American herbal knowledge.[2]

In Cuba, the term nganga refers to a clay pot or iron cauldron that is kept in the homes of Palo diviners, called paleros. Similar to mojo bags in the United States, these banganga contained items from important places in nature and spiritual items, such as forest dirt, volcanic ash, and the hair, ashes or bones of an ancestor. They were seen as means to honor Nzambi, the mpungo and mfumbi (ancestral spirits), and the forces of nature.[14]

Many inverted positions of capoeira, including bananeira, aú, rabo de arraia, and others, are believed to have originated from the use of handstand by nganga imitating their ancestors, who walked on their hands in the spirit world.

#Nganga - Wikipedia #Kongo #Palo #Paleros #Nganga #Banganga #Indigenous African Religions #Palo Mayombe #African Traditional Religion

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motivationamit · 5 months

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Congratulations to Mrs Mamoni Chanda for franchise sign up in Silchar, Assam

#high returns #low investment business ideas #playschoolfranchise #preschool #success #businessopportunity #new business #opportunity #commercial #ecommerce

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pornographicmessiahx · 1 year

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czemu ja dopiero teraz ogarnąłem, że słowo "mamona" wzięło się z tego, że:

mamona → mamony → my money

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wolcichyczas · 1 year

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14.12.2022

Ew. Mateusza 6:19-34

(19) Nie gromadźcie sobie skarbów na ziemi, gdzie je mól i rdza niszczą i gdzie złodzieje podkopują i kradną; (20) ale gromadźcie sobie skarby w niebie, gdzie ani mól, ani rdza nie niszczą i gdzie złodzieje nie podkopują i nie kradną. (21) Albowiem gdzie jest skarb twój - tam będzie i serce twoje. (22) Światłem ciała jest oko. Jeśli tedy oko twoje jest zdrowe, całe ciało twoje jasne będzie. (23) A jeśliby oko twoje było chore, całe ciało twoje będzie ciemne. Jeśli tedy światło, które jest w tobie, jest ciemnością, sama ciemność jakaż będzie! (24) Nikt nie może dwom panom służyć, gdyż albo jednego nienawidzić będzie, a drugiego miłować, albo jednego trzymać się będzie, a drugim pogardzi. Nie możecie Bogu służyć i mamonie. (25) Dlatego powiadam wam: Nie troszczcie się o życie swoje, co będziecie jedli albo co będziecie pili, ani o ciało swoje, czym się przyodziewać będziecie. Czyż życie nie jest czymś więcej niż pokarm, a ciało niż odzienie? (26) Spójrzcie na ptaki niebieskie, że nie sieją ani żną, ani zbierają do gumien, a Ojciec wasz niebieski żywi je; czyż wy nie jesteście daleko zacniejsi niż one? (27) A któż z was, troszcząc się, może dodać do swego wzrostu jeden łokieć? (28) A co do odzienia, czemu się troszczycie? Przypatrzcie się liliom polnym, jak rosną; nie pracują ani przędą. (29) A powiadam wam: Nawet Salomon w całej chwale swojej nie był tak przyodziany, jak jedna z nich. (30) Jeśli więc Bóg tak przyodziewa trawę polną, która dziś jest, a jutro będzie w piec wrzucona, czyż nie o wiele więcej was, o małowierni? (31) Nie troszczcie się więc i nie mówcie: Co będziemy jeść? albo: Co będziemy pić? albo: Czym się będziemy przyodziewać? (32) Bo tego wszystkiego poganie szukają; albowiem Ojciec wasz niebieski wie, że tego wszystkiego potrzebujecie. (33) Ale szukajcie najpierw Królestwa Bożego i sprawiedliwości jego, a wszystko inne będzie wam dodane. (34) Nie troszczcie się więc o dzień jutrzejszy, gdyż dzień jutrzejszy będzie miał własne troski. Dosyć ma dzień swego utrapienia.

Jeśli kazanie miałoby się zatrzymać na wersecie 18, słuchacze nie mieliby jak odpowiedzieć na Jezusa nauczanie o prawie. Oczywiście, Jezus nie mówi tutaj, że rozwiązaniem jest nie zważanie na prawo albo nie zważanie na jałmużnę, modlitwę i post. Jezus zwraca uwagę na to, że musimy mieć właściwe spojrzenie na prawo i religijne praktyki. Żydowscy przywódcy w czasach Jezusa używali prawa i rytuałów religijnych do tego, żeby zyskać tymczasowy status i poważanie. Jezus mówi, że tymczasowa sprawiedliwość nie ma żadnej wartości. On chce żebyśmy nie skupiali się na natychmiastowym skutku, a zamiast tego zrozumieli, że powinny się dla nas liczyć tylko te rzeczy, które liczą się w niebie. O to właśnie chodzi w zdaniu "gromadźcie sobie skarby w niebie". A więc, Jezus chce abyśmy myśleli o długoterminowym skutku. Co będzie miało znaczenie kiedy to życie się skończy? W jaki sposób mogę gromadzić sobie skarby w niebie? Najpierw, musimy zadać sobie pytanie: które skarby ziemskie będą istnieć w niebie? Nic z Ziemi nie zostanie przeniesione do nieba prócz ludzi. A więc, jedyna prawdziwa niebiańska "waluta" to ludzie. "Albowiem cóż pomoże człowiekowi, choćby cały świat pozyskał, a na duszy swej szkodę poniósł?" (Marka 8:36). Musimy zainwestować w innych swoim życiem i swoimi siłami. Jeśli próbujemy wzbogacić się samopobłażaniem, to czy naprawdę coś zyskujemy? Taki jest wydźwięk słów Jezusa. Więc pyta, dlaczego martwicie się o to co jest tu i teraz podczas gdy są ludzie dookoła was, którzy potrzebują nadziei na przyszłość? Nie możesz ze sobą do nieba zabrać swojego samochodu ale możesz zabrać swojego bliźniego. Wobec tego, zainwestujmy w naszych bliźnich, a nie w nasz osobisty status. Powinniśmy stawiać na pierwszym miejscu wszystko co jest związane z królestwem niebios i zaufać Bogu aby On zatroszczył się o to, co od nas nie zależy.

Krok życiowy

To ludzie są prawdziwym skarbem na naszej planecie.

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