Latest Posts by kumbhakarni - Page 2

Stop, O friend, stop fanning me with leaves of lotus and of palm,

the fire in my heart may just suddenly erupt into flames.

~Subhashitavalli

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Imdad Barbhuyan

Photography by Apoorva

Vogue Italia

Mayyur Girotra Collection

Korvai Sarees

people have these aesthetic book shelves, library and shit meanwhile here i am downloading my 789th illegal pdf/epub.

Bridal Asia Magazine - Shot by Anubhav Sood

The definition of happiness.

monsoon moodboard for the rainy days

"and the earth itself.... its loveliest fragrance is known only when it receives a shower of rain. and the scent of wet earth rises as though it were giving something beautiful back to the clouds." // ruskin bond, rain in the mountains

Vodnik by Tomas Duchek

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

Some people who might like this one:@suvarnarekha @the-stars-love-the-darkness-blog @seekerbrave @psycho-mocha @kajukatliontop @wowyoufeelorphic @pitipossum @jugn00-fangirl @smr-the-tired-crackhead @metalvenomludens7 @cipher-dorito @bookishmuggleborn @bookishmuggleborn @tonicaballos @curious-fruitcake @shirodumbclownwolf @justalonelywriter @chaoticaindica @sr1nika @mrdyketator @adoginthemanger @shilabalika @ya-boi-leto @paadhee @silky-moon @rainbowsnowflake @pluvialhearts @one-happy-silent-geek-girl @hanisishus @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @king-of-knives @aayatunnisa @stolenkissesinthe-rain @navaratna

Oberon & Titania by Arthur Rackham

Devi Saraswati, the one who is dressed in a white attire, who is the epitome of knowledge and education, the one who governs learning in the Universe,

You hold the Veena and the book, you remove the darkness by illuminating our lives with the knowledge

You hold a garland of beads that sparkle and you are seated on a lotus that represents blossoming mindfulness.

I worship you, O mother Sharada, the Goddess of wisdom

Tags: @navaratna @allegoriesinmediasres @lil-stark @manwalaage @bluebeadss @kajaaaaaaal @aasthuu @balladofableedinggod2112 @itsfookingloosah @svapnakalpa-mareechi @kalavathiii @thewinchestergirl1208 @arachneofthoughts @ambarsariyaaaa @reallythoughtfulwizard @wishingicouldcontroltime @almondswirls @swayamev @saanjh-sakhi @raisemybodybacktolife

Also hope Maa saraswati blesses us to pass our exams and tests

वीणापाणी VEENAPANI (ବୀଣାପାଣି) ballpen rendition of maa Saraswati Artist: Bijay Biswaal. (via Instagram: Bijay Biswaal)

Colors of SLB films

(devdas, hum dil de chuke sanam, bajirao mastani, padmaavat, goliyon ki raasleela ram leela, black, saawariya)

― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Officially found the most beautiful place on earth.

Candi Ceto, a ancient hindu temple at Java

Morning of Eid ulAdha right before the Eid Prayer, Masjid anNabawi, Madinah

Photos taken October 4, 2014, 6:50am.

//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. 😅

//The season whose deluge floods my veins//

Monta Re

Dishe hara kemon boka

Monta re.....

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

just wanted to ask, what is wrong with the amish.tripathi books? I'm curious to know

Nothing is "wrong" per se. It's just that they're not exactly my cup of tea. They're kind of tropey and clichéd, for me. I won't deny that the author tries to incorporate creative elements or venture into the unknown territory. It's just that in whatever sphere it is- research or creative elements, characterization, world-building etc. the author doesn't venture too far from the tested path. It often feels like some stereotypical fantasy retelling with the same stock characters with a sprinkle of south Asian culture into them. And I don't really blame the author for that. The genre he's working with is still quite untested as an arena in India, it involves substantial risk. He sure as anything is trying to go for something new while sticking to the safe path but that's kinda off-putting for someone who desires something avant-garde. And it's slightly annoying when they tout the same old thing as a "fresh" perspective, every single time.(And this applies to most mythological retellings, not just Amish's books)

And by this I'm not dissing those that love Amish tripathi's book. I made that ask to papenathys because I wanted something that suited my personal preferences.

//What happens when fire makes love to the earth?//

saanjh ab bhayi nahi aaye / tum bin mora jiya ghabaraye.

desi dark academia mood board

eldest child. artistic, botany student. hiding behind saccharin smiles and soft frowns. voice tingling until it stops serenading. will the expectations ever stop?

sing to me to me, Aaranya. the forest you grew around yourself, is humming, with the vibrations of your music.

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)

✨ANCIENT INDIA AESTHETIC MOODBOARD✨

For @suvarnarekha

Some people who might like this one: @the-stars-love-us @nacho08 @seekerbrave @ambivertedfrog @psycho-mocha @kajukatliontop @wowyoufeelorphic @edeneko @jugn00 @smr-the-tired-crackhead @metalvenomludens7 @cipher-dorito @i-wanna-b-yours @elentiyathemoonelf @bookishmuggleborn @hecalledmebeloved @tonicaballos @curious-fruitcake @shirothestrangewolf @naimittika @justalonelywriter @chaoticaindica @asitarakta @nikkixravenclaw @whimsicalamities @book-dragon-not-worm @adoginthemanger

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?

//Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.//

The Good Morrow, John Donne

it's a race against the clock, but we don't wanna watch

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