//What Happens When Fire Makes Love To The Earth?//

HONORARY MENTIONS

THE

..REASON...

...WHY...

..I..

..SHALL..

...FOREVER..

...REMAIN...

...SINGLE.

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.

Kahaniyaaañ khti haiñ kalakariyañ

Dark academia moodboard set in Pune

//Sometimes in the evening, around twilight, I'm unable to hold back my tears. But then I pull myself together again.//

-Nikos Kazantzakis, Letter to Galateia Kazantzaki wr. c. July,1922

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

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

Imdad Barbhuyan

!!But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.

Nothing farther then she uttered—not a feather then she fluttered—

  Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow she will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”!!

Except the ones from Bollywood....they manage to be so cringey with that unnecessary comedy that you forget you're from the continent mastering horror. Indian mainstream cinema doesn't seem remotely interested in exploiting or even aware about the rich local horror myths. Regional cinema on the other hand delivers well but they are far and few.

i think at this point everyone can agree that asian horror will always have a superior hold on paranormal horror. demons, ghosts, and etc are just way scarier coming from any asian country. good for them

॥ सिन्दूरारुणविग्रहां त्रिनयनां माणिक्यमौलिस्फुरत्

तारानायकशेखरां स्मितमुखीमापीनवक्षोरुहाम् ।

पाणिभ्यामलिपूर्णरत्नचषकं रक्तोत्पलं विभ्रतीं सौम्यां

रत्नघटस्थरक्तचरणां ध्यायेत्परामम्बिकाम् ॥

//She who is hued in vermillion

Who is three-eyed

Whose crown rubies bejewel

And the crescent moon adorns

She who mesmerizes with a

compassionate smile

She of shapely limbs

Cupping a bejeweled vessel abounding in nectar in one hand

And a crimson lotus in another //

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@pastel-aesthetichaotic (so I checked out two translations and derived my own from them. Nope, I don't understand Sanskrit, only a smattering of Hindi)

If Monsoon and Autumn had children, one of them would be me.