Respecting A Girl Is Always Beautiful Than Calling Her Beautiful

This reminded of me when I used to dance bharatnatyam and kathak.... Well performed sir! Kuddos!!!

And he performed the third alaripu and the fourth and fifth one. (Fifth is my favorite)

Bharatnatyam, an Indian Classical Dance

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“So when you don’t get what you want, how do you convince yourself that it’s okay when it’s not?”

“Simple. I say to myself that I’m not ready yet.”

“Ready for what?”

“Ready for all the wonderful things I’m dreaming about. Yes, it’d have been lovely to have everything my dear heart wishes for. But there is a time for everything. So until that time comes, I might as well make myself more worthy.”

“Maybe, it’s good in a way. Not everyone gets that time for themselves.”

©Jaser Rambles

Didi you're like this song !!

A free and happy spirit 😊💙

😭😭😭😭😭😭 thankssss

When you're so tired that you cannot even sleep

what is your ideal type of guy/man? You are so into art, film, drama, theatre, book and other stuffs so this is my question to you.

Anirban Bhattacharya

.....is my ideal type. He is the person of charm, intellect, education. I learned alot from this person. If I ever date someone, I would surely date someone like him.

He has captured my whole heart after Uttam Kumar and Shah Rukh Khan. He is the one who gave the inspiration to read Bengali books and to cherish the fact that "Yes I am Bengali".

I lose words when I write or think about him. He told in one of his interview that "I don't have to choose someone, life is not a toy shop that I will go and find my ideal type and when my works are done I will throw it off" . If someone say these things obviously being head over heals is not a crime..

Lots of love Anirban..📜

कैसे तू गुनगुनाए, मुस्कुराए

छोटी-मोटी बातों पे मुँह फुलाए

ये नज़ाकत, मेरी आदत पास मुझे लाए

नादानियाँ, नादानियाँ

खींचें मुझे नादानियाँ

नादानियाँ, नादानियाँ

पागल करे तेरी हर अदा

Shubha Bibaha (1959) | dir. Sombhu Mitra & Amit Mitra

My mother says, "Child, no one likes a mad woman".

But mother, did no one like you too?

or did you swallow your madness, choke on it for years after years

to make them like you?

"Write it down", they say.

"Turn your pain into poetry".

But its not just pain, mother.

It is rage too.

A tempest trapped in my chest.

The pages burn to ashes whenever I put a pen to test.

I try to be a poet.

but I am not a poet mother,

I am a woman.

I want to fly and soar

But they clip my wings down.

So I scream and shout

But they tell me I am mad and muffle my cries.

I water down my painful rage

But I keep choking on it.

"Child, no one likes a mad woman", my mother says again.

I know mother, I know.

So I remain silent

like a simmering volcano.

But the day I rise, there will be ashes

No one will like me then.

No one will be left to like me then.

- P

oyeee ....tell me something you hate about me

Hate?? I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!!! why did you ask me this question?? 🙂

Silly me , expecting too much from people again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again……………........