#Days of Weeks in Hindi

[angadgautama]

$ Soul_Pot

I'm soft hearted, don't hurt me that much.

Don't make false promises, false sworns.

I told you many times,

that don't make it hard again and again

I'm dying in your memories, so don't come to mind again and again.

Flower dries up but the smell never become dull.

Nobody cared about love, heart broke slowly slowly.

Even nowadays relations haven't no value,

But love never ends, breaths ends oneday surely.

When condition are contradictory,

Flower dries up Even in flowerpot.

Mostly who have smile faces,

Died up weeping in the soul-pot.

[falcon943]

Jaun ki tarah sabko faqat yakeen dilaya hai

Maine bhi kisi se Haqiqatan muhabbat nahi ki

[goldenfirefox]

Roz rose nahi milega. 🌹

[mydearthisbe]

"Your little girl is my little girl. I see my daughter's face, when I see your daughter." STORIES BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE (2015): Episode 7 - Kabuliwala

[kaiserkisser]

guys my mom. Is forcing me to attend 6 hrs of coaching the day before the exams of eng and hindi and expecta me to get above 90 in both

[fayehartz]

ive been struggling with swallowing pills and i need some silly right now im gonna be postig damien

[the-stray-storyteller]

This is a rant about the built-in cultural bias that is there in my drama club. I’ve told this story to everyone around me already but it’s still boiling in my brain, so now Tumblr gets it.

I joined my college's drama club as a scriptwriter. It's been two semesters. Two. And I have done nothing even remotely related to writing. Not one discussion. Not one script. Nothing. Just vibes and disappointment.

Now here's where it gets worse: the entire club is dominated by Marathi speakers. That isn’t the issue. The issue is that they make zero effort to include anyone who doesn’t speak the language. I mean zero. Like if you're not part of the Marathi-speaking circle, you might as well not exist.

Our debut play? Full-on Marathi. Script already written. No room for writers anyway. But the problem wasn't just that the script being ready—it was why the hell was it in Marathi? This was a FIRST YEAR welcome production. Meant to bring everyone together. Instead it excluded every single person who couldn't understand what was going on. So tell me, how’s that inclusive?

Then during a college event, I got put into a group to make signs and decor for our stall. I missed two meetings because I was literally sick with a fever and heatstroke. But I still sent in the majority of ideas and laser cutting files. Still contributed. And yet I was the one the seniors decided to call out for “not doing anything.” Meanwhile, a guy who sent one idea and made one file just slipped under the radar. No criticism. No accountability. Just me being used as the punching bag. I tried to explain the group chat stopped being used, there was a communication gap—they didn’t care. They didn’t want to hear it.

And THEN, on the day of the event, I was in the first shift to set up the stall. Everyone else there was speaking instructions in Marathi. The entire time I just stood there, confused, unable to help, while they laughed and chatted in a language they know I don’t understand. I tried to join the convo—they’d talk to me for like one sentence, then bounce back to their group talk. This happens in meetings too. One person starts in Marathi, someone else responds, and then it’s like the whole meeting shifts languages and I’m just...there. Invisible.

Then comes Maharashtra Day. Surprise surprise, we’re doing another play. In Marathi. And you know what? It kinda makes sense—for that day. But let’s look at the bigger picture here: our college has had six cultural events so far. Guess how many the drama club participated in?

Three. And those were:

Onam (in English, thankfully but it's a most popular event out of all of them)

Ganeshotsav (also in English, but very Marathi-coded)

Maharashtra Day (Marathi play + the drama club is literally co-hosting and promoting the whole event)

What happened to:

Pongal?

Sankranti?

Durgotsav?

Baisakhi?

Nothing. They didn’t do a single damn thing for those. Didn’t perform. Didn’t promote. Didn’t care. Didn't give it a thought.

So yeah, even if the Ganeshotsav play was in English, the theme and energy was still Marathi-centered. Yeah, Pongal was non-marathi but it was the most popualr event, this was for pure publicity. And then they go ALL OUT for Maharashtra Day—doing plays, co-hosting, hyping it everywhere—while pretending like the rest of the cultural calendar doesn't exist. That’s not “celebrating culture,” that’s just picking favorites.

These cultural events are meant to share culture, not gatekeep it. What’s the point of doing a play in Marathi for Maharashtra Day when the whole idea is to introduce the culture to people who don’t know Marathi? Who are you even performing for—yourselves?

Let’s call it what it is: systemic exclusion dressed up as fake inclusivity. This whole “we’re all one big club” vibe? Yeah, no. Not when the language, the leadership, and the spotlight are reserved for a select group while the rest of us are pushed to the sidelines.

And here’s the cherry on top: I’m the only writer in the team who can’t speak or understand Marathi. There’s one other girl who can understand but not speak it. So what are we even doing here? Because it feels like they just keep me around to say “Look! We’re diverse!” without actually treating me like part of the team.

Newsflash: you won’t have your token next year.

Anyway, I’m tired. That’s the story. Thankyou for coming to my ted talk.

[jeevanjali]

Week Days Puja: सप्ताह के किस दिन करें किस भगवान की पूजा, जानिएWeek Days Puja: हिंदू धर्म में, सप्ताह का प्रत्येक दिन एक विशिष्ट देवता या देवी की पूजा के लिए समर्पित है। भक्त देवी-देवताओं का सम्मान करने और समृद्धि, स्वास्थ्य और खुशी के

[animazed]

i came on here originally to say i was lonely and my head hurt but then some posts made me laugh so i’m reblogging them despite them being like the last thing i posted.

but such is life.

[djarshaddj]

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[falcon943]

Mai unchi jagaho se aaj kal dur rahta hu

Darr lagta hai kahi kuud na jaau

[johndonneswife]

hindu nationalism strikes again…

[sehatgyantips]

पतलेपन से परेशान हैं तो वजन बढ़ाने के लिए इन डाइट को शामिल करें

[aviisick13]

Hey Sopas, musta?

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[clandestineloki]

firefighter miguel ohara x reader (VERY NSFW)

A/N: ang sabi ko december matatapos hindi ko sinabi anong year 😇

cw: smut, creampie, rough sex, things get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

when you first moved into your tiny home, you had gotten most of your stuff into the house by yourself

and the last thing you needed to unload from ur dad's car was your night stand so you carried it since it wasnt so heavy

only you accidentally hit the doorknob with your elbow and it flew off 😭

so you're standing there pacing nervously because you just locked yourself out of your own house LMAO DUMBASS

but to your rescue comes none other than miguel

having just returned from a minor save in his whole firefighter getup (somebody's stove caught on fire in an apartment somewhere but nothing fatal thankfully)

miguel looks to the house on his left

and suddenly believes in angels.

aren't you the cutest lil damsel in distress :}

u're pacing back nd forth and he's trying so hard not to stare at your cute lil ass in those pretty peach shorts 😙

you see him and wave, "pls help, sir!! my door- like- uh- i dont know what happened please help me i have to get this inside huhu"

who is he to say no??

he cracks his knuckles and squares up, making you blush as he grunts and flexes his muscles.

BUT YOU DONT EXPECT HIM TO BREAK DOWN UR DOOR

KICKED IT RIGHT OFF THE HINGES

and strategically kicked it too bc both the door and the hinges were intact, the screws just came off

he brushes his hair back and raises an eyebrow at your wide eyes

too shocked to contradict, you take the nightstand into ur new bedroom and come back to ur porch with a glass of lemonade for him

he thanks you, smirking when you blush and look away.

fixes your door that quickly too like wow

a handyman! maybe u can switch that up and manhandl- *GUNSHOTS*

anyways

for the next week and a half you're out on your porch with ur fat little cat mochi, working on a crochet thing, it's a hobby you recently got into since you're waiting for your cable and internet to get hooked up

and the firetruck drives by and the firetruck guys are blasting music, having a laugh

but miguel oh he always makes it a point to subtly wave at you and wink

it always leaves you flustered bc a very attractive man is giving you attention??

but what if he does it to other girls?? but if he does it to other girls why did one of the truckies ruffle miguel's hair when he caught miguel doing that??

but you just leave it at that, maybe he just wants ur attention and when he has it he'll get fed up and find some other pretty girl :((

until mochi gets the genius idea to chase a screeching squirrel up the tree right between your house and miguel's

"OH MY GOD MOCHI!!!!" you yell. "mochi, please dont move!!"

miguel just got back from a boring day at work, wearing half the firefighter getup and a grey shirt.

his definition of fun is getting to show off why his nickname is "the spider". it's because he almost never uses ladders and climbs the houses with just some rope and his bare hands.

and today was just some fire drill at a high school nearby, and he's a little pissed that nobody was listening because the mic had terrible feedback.

"MOCHI BABY OH MY GOD STAY RIGHT THERE!!"

miguel's head perks up from his phone, brows furrowing when he hears you screaming. he rushes to the 3½ ft fence between your house and his to see you running to the large tree in your backyard.

"leave em', peaches," he sighed and leaned against the fence with his arms crossed. "cats naturally land on their feet, he'll come down in a second."

"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" you turn to him, panic clear in your voice. "HE'S BLIND!!"

"oh SHIT" miguel jumps over the fence and runs over to you. "where's the bastard?!"

you gasp at him. "ONLY I GET TO CALL HIM A BASTARD!" 

"fine, where is... it?"

"up there, MOCHI PLEASE DONT MOVE!! I'LL GET YOU BABY!"

"i wouldn't do that if i w-"

before miguel can stop you, you're already climbing the tree yourself. smirking, he lifts you off the trunk and into his arms, as if you were a cat yourself.

"peaches, you might wanna leave that to me," he chuckles riiiight up against your sensitive ear. "don't want your pretty little body getting all scratched up, mm?"

you whimper.

"miguel," you mumble, "p-put me down."

you squirm against him, but he growls and holds you closer.

"oh? and what if you're just going to do it again, mm? you gonna be a bad girl?" he asks, tracing his tongue over your earlobe, making you shiver and sink into his arms.

"m-miguel, what are you-"

"y'know bebita... you're terrible at pretending you don't look at me like you wanna fuck me..."

"wh-what?!"

the way he's carrying you reminds you an awful lot of this position you saw in porn. the full nelson. the tiny girl, all flushed and pleasure-dizzy, thighs quivering as she's pounded over and over, trapped in the thick veiny arms of her man as he subjects his little fucktoy to the roughest pounding until her brain is just as liquid as the sticky sweet potent cum leaking out of her -

"oh, look," miguel whispers, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. mochi, despite his lack of eyesight, somehow finds his way down and glares straight through the two of you as if he can actually see the lewd way you're compromised in the arms of your handsome, secretly obsessed with you neighbor.

"there he is, the little furball," he sets you down, his hand lingering on your inner thigh a second too long as he pets the snobby little cat on his head. "your poor mami can't always save ya, y'know. i think she needs me around a lot more, hm?"

he turns to your flustered figure and smirks at your wide-eyed look. "i think you owe me a thank you."

"r-right..." you mumble, scratching the back of your neck nervously, still out of it. "th-thank you..."

to your downright embarrassment, he laughs at your pathetic attempt of speaking, and corners you against the fence.

"i think i need more than just a whisper, peaches," he drawls against your ear, one hand wandering under your shorts as he grins at the way you melt with just a little teasing.

"i'm real thirsty, bebita, so why don't you be a good girl and make me something to drink?"

which leads to right now: you're avoiding eye contact with miguel as he sits on your couch, patting at his forehead with a towel.

you're also avoiding eye contact with the very prominent bulge in his cargo pants.

you hand him a glass of ice, before turning to the fridge and looking through it.

"i-i have some orange juice, water, uh, pepsi if you want-"

"water."

you gulp. "o-okay," you take the pitcher and sit down next to him, and pouring into his glass slowly, staring at his hands because you can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes.

"bebita."

you flinch as you realize you've been pouring too much. the glass is filled to the brim.

[what you don't know is that he wishes you were too]

"s-sorry..." you mumble, scooting away from him slowly. he grabs your wrist and leans into your ear.

"can't we stop dancing around each other like we don't know where this is going?" he growls.

"wait- let me put this down!" you gasp as he pulls you onto his lap roughly, the plastic pitcher in your hands slanting and getting droplets ice-cold water down your chest.

and you have no idea how much it sounds like a dirty little moan when you go, "ngh! miguel!"

before you can even blink, you find yourself pinned down on the couch, the pitcher clattering to the floor. but your heart stops as you come face-to-face with miguel's lustful expression, his dark eyes staring into yours.

"do you have any idea what i want to do to you?"

you whimper shyly, and he curses under his breath, instinctively grinding his hips up into yours, making your breath hitch at the feeling of that right up against your crotch.

"oh you're so fucking cute," he grumbles. "think i'm really gonna break you when i put it in here..."

he torturously drags his palms up and down your legs and grinning like a madman when you whine from the sensations.

"wanted to fuck you since the moment you got here," he whispers darkly, his long fingers hooking under the waistband of your shorts and underwear. "do a little housewarming n' give you a nice, big welcome all over the couch, the bed, the shower..."

his voice trails off into a breathy shit, baby as he sees your wet pussy clenching around nothin. he looks up at your doe-eyed expression and grins.

"you gotta use your voice, pretty," he teases. "as much as i like starin' at you i can't figure out what you want~"

"i want you..." you whisper. "i want you to fuck me, miguel."

and fuck you he does. he presses his lips to yours and pushes you into the meanest mating press. "dreamed about this for so long," he growled into the kiss as he pulled down his pants. "cute little thing like you got a guy like me jerking off every night--" he starts nipping at your jawline  "--ah, like a fuckin' teenager. why am i- fuck, y're so pretty- why am i so in love with you?"

he leans back to adore your flushed, needy state, and finally, finally pulls his dick out. you squeak as he rests over your bare stomach-- thick, veiny, and leaking all over you as if he can't wait a second longer.

when he pushes into you, god, the both of you feel heavenly. it takes all his strength to not plow into you like some ruthless beast. he just bites your neck, and rocks into you slowly as his thumb draws small circles on your clit, hoping to get you to adjust to his size.

it does way more than that, because within a few seconds, you're gasping and seizing under him, twitching helplessly as an orgasm washes over you, making your tight little pussy cream all over him sofucking good.

miguel's patience only lasts a few seconds after you come before his lust overrides him and he pounds you into the couch with every bit of his strength.

"miguel! miguel! oh, fuck- too much-"

you're screaming his name over and over, your walls clenching down on him as he hits the sweetest spots in you with every thrust of his hips. your nails run down his back as he fucks you like his life depends on it, and it hurts so good he can't bring himself to care about anything but you, you, you. cute, shy, innocent, cockdrunk little you.

he's addicted. and he's yours.

miguel feels himself getting close-- and knows you're getting close too, with the way your moans are getting breathier and your eyes are glossing over.

"fuck, i'm gonna fill you up so good, peaches," he groans. "cum with me, princess. make a mess for me~"

he swallows your moans of pleasure with a kiss, and fucks your through your orgasm as his tongue fucks your mouth. you whine and cry, and he spanks the side of your thigh, making you squeak and twitch under him. his thrusts get sloppy until his eyes roll back and he almost groans when he comes, thick, white cum filling you up like you're some kind of creamy pastry.

you shakily push at his chest, but he tsks at you, simply taking your wrists and pinning them to your side as he makes out sloppily, his hips moving slowly as he pushes more of his cum into you.

"take it all, peaches," he whispers hoarsely. "then i'm gonna clean it all out with my tongue~"

"miguel! that's nasty!" you whine, but he's got his mind set on it already, lifting you over his shoulder and heading to your bedroom.

he laughs, then sets you down on the bed, flipping you over with your ass sticking out. you gasp and shiver when you feel two of his thick fingers in your pussy.

"if you think that's nasty you'd faint if i told you what i wanna do with you on your kitchen counter, peaches."