Rainy Days In The Garden + Mughal History

Dark academia moodboard set in Gujarat

//I've grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the only thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.//

- The Picture Of Dorian Gray - O.Wilde

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Yes pleaseSSSEEE

the man IS SPINNING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT in his grave after the travesty they made of his work, like you can't tell me THIS ISN'T HIS GHOST:

i think we should resurrect nabokov and give him a knife and let him at the lolita nymphet waif core people

MERRY CHRISTMAS

तू जहाँ जहाँ चलेगा मेरा साया साथ होगा मेरा साया साथ होगा…

कभी मुझको याद करके, जो बहेंगे तेरे आँसू तो वहीं पे रोक लेंगे, उन्हें आ के मेरे आँसू

मैं अगर बिछड़ भी जाऊँ, कभी मेरा ग़म न करना मेरा प्यार याद करके, कभी आँख नम न करना

तू कोई जनम भी लेगा मेरा साया साथ होगा…

I would have opened this letter with a ‘dear’, however I wondered for a long time if it would indeed be a correct way for me to address you, after all this time. A lifetime seems to have passed between that evening of 1952 and now, sometimes even making me feel that I have slept through the last 30 years. I would often look at faces of my children and grandchildren, wondering if I am stuck in some never ending dream from which I might wake up any minute now. My hair has greyed in the fringes of my temple and forehead, my smile is showing signs of wrinkle and my fingers feel heavy. It’s not a terrible feeling, I enjoy my experiences most of the time, but sometimes my body feels like it is living the life of someone else. And that in a different timeline I am still there playing with you behind that tree.  Is it still there? I was so sure I will forget everything, you, those lanes, that house and all else. Are you also there? Do you also, like me, go to sleep in the expectation of reliving our lives till 16 years of age again and again, like listening to a record on loop or going to see one particular cinema multiple times? If you are coming back from there, can you accompany me back to myself as well please?

This night seems to be taking all away from me again. The moon is cruel.

Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

— Steve Moore, V for Vendetta

My ancestors - Omprakash Valmiki

You said Service is the duty of the Shudra They did not ask What will you give for it? You were happy You now had slaves They were happy too Happy for you They had put all their power In your hands. The body unclothed The stomach unfed Hurt, and yet They smiled For they saw you smiled. They did not know How to loot The weak and the innocent! Did not know That murder Is the badge of courage That robbery is not a crime It is but culture. How innocent they were My ancestors Humane Yet untouchable.

Kahaniyaaañ khti haiñ kalakariyañ

Manifesting Sriya Reddy as Draupadi in the upcoming Palace of Illusions movie. This goddess got both the acting chops and the looks, Suzhal bears testament. Divine powers, please let it happen. Please

MO GHRÀIDH

Ohoh we're going full blown Lady of the Lake here. Woohoo

Dearest Ninianne / Ninienne / Nimue / Vivianne, make way for Mommicent.

All the tears on you can't make up for your woe's sum.