The Elegance of Indian Art
These paintings, according to me, justify the beauty and the mystical feeling of nostalgia and euphoria when one hears the word "India"...
Jamuna ~Kshitindranath Tagore art
Sati ~Nandalal Bose
Bengal Fairy Tales ~Abanindranath Tagore
Chashma Shahi ~Abanindranath Tagore
Apsaras Dancing on the clouds ~Kshitindranath Mazumdar
Departure of Siddhartha ~Abanindranath Tagore
Nasim Bagh ~Abanindranath Tagore
Night at the Shalimar-The Emperor Shah Jahan ~(Abanindranath Tagore)
Fate and Pleasure ~Abanindranath Tagore
Ashoka ~Abanindranath Tagore
(Reblogs are appreciated)
Man Kyun Behka Re Behka Aadhi Raat Ko
She lay on the bed with the man dancing away to the rhythms of his own pleasure. Yes, he was just a man....She couldn't remember his name. It didn't even matter. She didn't care anymore. Her mind had danced away into the humble room filled with the scent of the jasmines adorning her hair. Is this how Krishna's flute sounded to Radha?....The way her quiet giggles sound to her?......The way she has stolen her sleep just like Krishna stole Radha's heart. The entire day seemed like a dream. But the night was ethereal. Their hearts spoke after years. She felt like she was not alone after so long. Their joy was drunk in moonlight and their laughter heralded the moonrise.
Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?
She wanted to keep hearing the sounds of her anklets. For one night that music was only for her. She had said that her anklets were singing differently that night. They had laughed and then she had looked at her...Into her eyes, her soul...Not just her body. She had smiled and looked away. Is that the shyness her mother used to tell her about? The one which was supposed to come swooping down like a veil whenever her husband looked at her but never did? Why did the sindoor feel so different when she put it on her forehead? It hadn't felt like that in the ten years of her marriage. They had talked that night....Talked of life, of sorrows that had so long been confined within the four walls of their hearts. Nights had always been quiet....But that night rang with the words that had been buried under the shadows of loneliness.
Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?
It's chandramukhi who Paro is goggling at, her hithertho latent stirrings NOW at their unstoppable best.
@albaharu maybe you didn't intend a sapphic au but you don't know what you've unlocked. Thank yooouuuu.
Hey dola re dola re dola re dola
I am discovering the world of indian movies and im loving it. Here you go some Paro and Chandramukhi from Devdas request of @safehousebooze <3 ty for showing me the movie
Credit: autumnslittlesister
non Eurocentric cottagecore moodboard [3/? ] for:@ya-boi-leto
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Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude
Psyche Weeping, Kinuko Y. Craft I Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser
//I loved a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair//
Autumn had a Dream A piece I’ve been painting a little by little between work… since last autumn. 😅