#Mithai and More

[shehzadi]

i am so easy to please just take me to the desi shop and buy me all the snacks i want. and aam

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

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[deathofacupid]

family | tom holland

a/n: erm idk how i feel abt this one there's like no active plot- wrote this a while back um i might take it down

summary: for the first time, tom meets your family.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, indian aunties

pairing: indian!fem!reader x tom holland

word count: 2.2k+ words

you shuffled through some more of your makeup, touching up your hair at the same time. diwali was held annually at your parents' home, where many relatives would take time off to see each other. during diwali, people would wear their finest clothes, illuminate the interior and exterior of their homes with saaki (earthen lamp), diyas (candles) and rangoli, perform worship ceremonies of Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and wealth, light fireworks, and partake in family feasts, where mithai (sweets) and gifts are shared.

it was also the first time that tom would be attending with you, which may have been the reason you were nervous. every since a young age, your parents had kind of expected you to marry someone of your own nationality.

after all, your two sisters did that, as well as your brother. your parents had met tom a couple times, but seeing as he was busy filming, they hadn't gotten to know him that well, despite the fact it was almost a year that the two of you were together.

you stepped out of the bathroom, picking up your dress slightly to keep you from tripping. pulling open a draw in the cabinet, you picked up a nice kurta set for tom, one that you'd gotten him last week. it was a pretty navy blue, one you knew would complement his warm eyes.

"oh, hey, love, you all ready?"

you couldn't help but nod shyly, most of your attire consisted of sweatpants, so him seeing you dressed up made you blush a little.

"you look really pretty, y/n," he kissed your cheek. "i love the traditional look on you."

"thanks, tommy. now go put this on, i don't wanna be late. can't make a bad impression, now can we?"

he rolled his eyes playfully and took the items from you, before changing. in front of you, making you blush a bright red.

"what, darling? we literally have sex all the time," tom snickered.

"yes, yes, i-i know. shut up and hurry," you said, getting over your embarrassment and shamelessly checking him out. 

"you're not very subtle."

"i don't need to be. we're dating, 'member? you're my boyfrienddd. and we have 'sex all the time,'" you mimicked. not giving him time to respond, you walked over to him, making sure it fit right. "this isn't tight or anything?"

damn, was he hot in that.

"nope. snug as a bug in a rug," and you couldn't help but snort at his childishness and the silly rhyme.

"cool, now say 'croissant.'"

"ouch, babe. so mean."

"mhm," you kissed him, and he caught you off guard, his tongue slipping in your mouth. it got slightly heated before you pushed him away, remembering you had things to do.

"woah, there, keep your dick in your pants just a little while longer."

"nooooooo," tom drawled, groaning teasingly.

"i didn't take all this time getting ready for you to wreck it in five minutes. you wouldn't believe how difficult it was to get this dress on."

"i bet it'll be easier to take off," he wiggled his brows suggestively.

"you can test that out once we get back home."

he helped you downstairs and to the car, as you terribly struggled to walk in the heels. after sitting you in the car, he got in himself.

"okay, tommy, when we get there," you spoke as he turned on the engine, "don't drink, they'll ask you if you want vodka and you refuse, cause it's a trick, got that? and, um... stay away from my aunts, well, actually, greet them, but not too much. because if you start talking with them, they'll make you spill things you wouldn't have said otherwise, it's kinda manipulative, but... in a good way. ooh! be funny, but not too funny, because then they'll think you're too funny, and we don't want that. and don't curse too much, they don't like that. but don't be uptight, y'know?"

"wow, okay, first off, angel, breathe. why are you stressing out so much? it's just your family, right? i've met them before."

"this is different, though. because it's diwali. and before it was just casual, and it wasn't for long. plus, that was just my parents. this is everyone. why aren't you panicking? you went crazy the first time you were about to meet them."

"'cuz if i panic while you're panicking, we'll be a huge panicky mess. only one of us can panic at a time. that's the rule."

you laughed.

"besides, they'll love me," he started as he looked over to you at the red light, "i know you do," tom murmured, leaning in.

"the light's green."

"aw, come on, y/n, you totally ruined the moment!"

"it would have been ruined anyways, angry drivers honking at us isn't exactly romantic, babes."

"yeah, yeah."

soon enough, with some giggling and talking, time went by and you reached. getting out of the car, you straightened up and smoothed your hair. "tommy?" you asked, glanced at him as you stood in front of the front door.

"yes, my love?"

"my family, they, um, they can be a lot, okay? they want what's best for me, they just don't know that it's you," he took your hands in his and opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him. "promise me something," you murmured.

"yeah?"

"they aren't going to break us apart. because i love you so, so, so, so, so much, and you mean the world to me."

"well, darling, you are my world, and i solemnly swear," he put one of your hands on his heart playfully, "that they won't break us apart. nothing will. and i love you, too," he leaned in to kiss you, but you heard laughing and shrieking inside as the door opened. it was your niece, raja, or your sister priya's son. he was 8 and the most chaotic gremlin you knew, aside from tom.

"ewwwwwwwwww! they were kissing!"

we weren't kissing, but we would have gotten around to it if you hadn't interrupted, butthole.

tom leaned down to greet the kid, ruffled his hair slightly. "hi, raja, i'm peter," he said, changing his accent. you were slightly surprised that he remembered, last night you'd showed him pictures of your entire family, explaining who was who (you had a big family).

"spider-man!"

"shhhhh, you can't tell anyone! or the bad guys will get us!" raja giggled, and you gently moved him to the side, kissing the little boy's hair. it was the sweetest thing ever, seeing tom interact with the kid that way, and it made your love and admiration for him grow.

"amma! we're here!" your mom and dad greeted you by the door, and you bent down to touch your mother's feet, before realizing that you didn't share this detail with tom. but as you looked over, he was doing the same, and you wondered how he'd known. you did the same to do your father and he did the same to your mother.

your mom looked over to your dad, clearly impressed.

"hi, beta. andar aa jaa. sab aa gae, tum-he aakhiree ho. (come inside. everyone is here, you are the last.)" she gave you a kiss on the side of your head and you moved over to hug your dad as well. "hi, tom," she smiled.

"h-hello," he stammered as your mother gave him a hug, and visibly, he was surprised. you held in a snicker. tom moved over to shake your dad's hand, and the older man inspected him before giving a curt nod and smile.

you took his hand and squeezed it gently, kissing him on his cheek to calm him down slightly.

"there you are," your sister beamed, "didn't know if you and your hotshot boyfriend would show."

you rolled your eyes and gave her a hug. "love you, too," pausing momentarily, "tom this is d-"

"dia," he smiled, "it's nice to meet you. i've heard a lot." dia was your younger sister, age 23, she'd found the one last year and gotten married to him just 8 months later.

"all good things, i hope?"

"mostly," you chimed in.

a man appeared next to dia and you hugged him briefly, too. (there was a lotta hugging.)

"hey, tom, i'm prakash. nice to finally meet you. big fan, by the way."

you felt a need to interrupt, "me too. he's my celebrity crush."

tom rolled his eyes playfully, adding, "i better be. and it's nice to meet you, too, mate."

the four of you sat down on the couch, joining everyone else.

"priya," your older sister introduced, grinning. "raja's mom. and this is aditeya, my husband." adi leaned over to shake his hand and tom greeted him verbally as well.

"siddhant, my younger brother, but everyone calls him sid." not to mention, very overprotective. (and your favorite sibling.)

sid gave him a once-over and reluctantly reached over for a handshake. "hey, thomas," he nodded, unamused.

"relax," you mouthed, "he's just protective."

you went on to introduce him to all your aunts and uncles, and then finally, have some snacks.

"we adjusted the spice level," priya said.

"and there's milk," you added.

"nah, don't worry, i love spicy food," he waved his hand nonchalantly.

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, considering that he couldn't eat any indian food you made, you always had to lessen the spices for him, but it made a funny first date, for you, at least.

he took a bite of the samosa andhis eyes widened as he swallowed it down. 16 pairs of eyes  looked at him expectantly, waiting for a reaction."

"i-it's very good," he choked out.

"babes, you want milk?" you asked, knowing very well that he did.

tom forced a smile, "no, no, i'm good."

"okay..." you drawled. "enjoy then!" then you took a bite and beamed.

"i'm thirsty," you declared, to anyone willing to listen. then you stood up and strode into the kitchen, grabbing the milk from the fridge.

"you like him?"

you yelped and whipped around, seeing that it was just sid.

"shit, bro, you scared me! what the hell?"

"tom. you like him?"

"well, duh, why else would i be dating him?"

"how serious are you?"

"what is this? 20 questions?"

"just answer," he insisted.

"siddie, you don't need to worry," you said, knowing the childhood nickname would soften him up.

"i know, but-"

"no, look, trust me, he's... i think he's the one. he's been there for me like no one has. tom's so different, and not just a brainless actor. i know he'll keep me happy, and i also know that to him, i come before acting. he's made that a priority and showed that to me."

"i- okay. i trust you. and i'm happy for you," he leaned on for a hug, and once you broke apart, you poured the milk into the cup.

"who's that for?" sid asked. "you? did you think it was spicy?"

"no," you snorted, "it's for tom. he just won't admit he needs it." you walked walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, taking back your seat. you set the milk in front of you, taking a sip first.

the second you put it down, he grabbed it and chugged the glass, resulting in some stares and odd looks casted toward him.

"i- uh, i really, really love milk," he blushed.

"definitely breastfed," your mom said.

"is he really the one if he can't even handle the samosa?" one of your aunts chimed in.

someone got to it before you did, another aunt, "shut it, rashmi. always talking."

"oi, chup, (shush.) i'm looking out for the girl."

"how about you look out for yourself? oh, wait, you already did. and see how that went with akash?"

they went back and forth bickering, but you smiled, considering this as a win. who cared about what they thought? their judgement? yes, they were a lot and they were your family, but tom was, too.

you loved your overbearing family, and you loved tom.

[eisukevint]

eisuke ichinomiya x desi!reader headcanons !!

im so bored so here are some headcanons bec i love being desi

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• he hates it when he has to wait and initially when you started dating you tried your best to be on time whenever he paged you but as your relationship progressed, its game over. whenever u have to go out, you ALWAYS leave at the the desi time and he slowly got so used to it, the one and only time punctual eisuke was late to events.

• eisuke has a massive sweet tooth so when you first made him kheer, he absolutely loved it although his only words were ‘not bad’. He definitely asks you to make it again so you feed him other ‘mithai’ (sweets in urdu/hindi) like gulab jamun, rasgullay, JALEBI etc and he loves it so much.

• you make him desi food from time to time and actually requests it like you him ask ‘eisuke what do you want for dinner today?’ and he just says ‘you made nihari last time, it was good. make it again’ he finds it very flavourful.

• he’s very familiar with other cultures since he’s a businessman and often interacts with foreign businessmen. he knows about the clothes and customs of your country. imagine eisuke in kurta or sherwani EISUKE IN A KURTA A BLACK KURTA AT THAT (i would actually die). Whenever you go to family events, you always wear traditional clothes and once eisuke is invited to them, he initially just wears his suit but after some time he starts to indulge you and actually wears your traditional clothes.

• he finds it very sexy when you talk and swear in your mother language.

• eisuke is multilingual (as its mentioned in the story) so if he doesnt know your mother langauge he would DEFINITELY learn and boy his pronunciation would be so good (thats a perfectionist for you)

• he says he hates bollywood movies because theyre so extra but thats a lie. whenever u play something like ‘kabhi khushi kabhi gham’ or ‘kal ho na ho’ he always watches it with you because he’s intrigued but ALWAYS says ‘this movie is so bad i wonder why you waste time watching this stuff’

• you go around singing bollywood songs or songs in your mother tongue around the penthouse and he just enjoys it so much but he definitely wont say it out loud

• eisuke was FLABBERGASTED when you told him or rather showed him a desi wedding like why is everyone wearing such fancy clothes ??? and he’s even more surprised when he finds out there’s actually three days to a wedding and even more pre wedding events.

• he loves it when you wear mehndi on your hands, he sees mehndi as something that adorns your hand and whenever u apply it, he brings your hand up to his face and smells it because he loves thr scent.

• when you told him about all your family and by that i mean family on your mother’s and father’s side, he has to do a double take because why the fuck do you have SO many cousins? he’s trying to keep up but there’s just so many.

• your parents love him more than you. they literally said it to your face ‘oh my, such a handsome boy, how did you ever end up with our incompetent daughter’ you cannot convince me that this wont happen.

• baba asks you to teach him bhangra and other desi dance steps and you, ota and baba have the time of your life dancing to chammak challo and nach punjaban in the penthouse lounge and eisuke just looks at you like youre comitting a crime

a little something for myself bec im a self indulgent bitch (not exactly a desi headcanon but i wanted to add this)

• every eid you spend with him, he makes sure to spoil you thoroughly. he gives you so much eidi (literally) like he straight up handed you car keys once and went ‘eid mubarak ___, i know you’ve been waiting for your eidi’ and then he just smirks while you think what did you do to deserve so much. he enjoys eid festivities with you and eid ul fitr is his favourite eid.

[thedesirenaissance]

The Awaited Return

A piercing scream echoed through the night, slicing through the pin-drop silence of the night. Just then, a girl's limp body is dumped in an alleyway, bruised and broken, by 2 men, no, demons, dressed as humans. They laugh around, while one of them land a kick to the girl's stomach, as she breathes her last. Her last prayer to her murlidhar, Oh Kanha, when will you return? You will avenge me, right? And so, she dies, remembering her murlidhar.

A little girl, barely 5 years old, clutches her Krishna plushie, as the demon, whom she calls baba strangles her maa. She stares at her maa, with her knees curled up to her chest, fingers tightly clutching the Krishna plushie, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. Then, with a call for her giridhar , her mother breathed her last. The devil's eyes then dart to his daughter, his own flesh and blood, as he strangles his little daughter, to death. Even in death, the little girl, clutched her Krishna, as her body turned blue, just like her gopal.

In a lone classroom, a girl, no, not a girl, a student, barely 15 years old, cries, while clutching her mouth, to muffle her screams, as the devil, dressed as her guru does unspeakable horror to her. She, who only wanted to make her parents proud, herself proud. She, who only wanted to do better, now laid there, feeling dumb, feeling betrayed. What is her fault? She trusted a devil, dressed as a man. She goes home, rubs herself raw in the shower, while she cries to her kanha, How will long will you make us wait, kanha? Please return.

A woman, holds the knife in one hand, shaking tremendously, as tears drip down her eyes. Her phone buzzes continuously, but she doesn't dare open them. Who would want to see themselves being called disgusting and vile names? What was her fault, one might ask. Her fault was, she trusted a man, a friend, rather, a devil. She slices her wrist, does the unthinkable. I apologize Kanha, I apologize. I just couldn't save myself, without you in this world.

Then, the fateful night came. The night was dark, not a single star in the sky. The rain pouring, the winds blowing, it resembled that fateful day. An old, feeble woman, in her 80s thought, woh aarahe hain aaj, with a smile on her face, as she put a garland over her murlidhar's murti. The reign of terror was coming to an end. Elsewhere, a woman was crying out in pain, as the midwives urged her to push harder. The woman could only handle so much more. Still she pushed, she pushed through the pain, for her soon-to-be born child. Then, she heard it. A cry, the cry of her child, her life. She breathed a sigh of relief, as the midwife exclaimed, "Lalla huwa hain! Mithai batwao!"

The woman finally closed her eyes, let darkness overcome her. But, no, not darkness, a figure, with 4 hands, holding a lotus on one, a mace in one, a shankh in another and... the sudarshan chakra in another. Madhav, she thought, madhav paid me his darshan. Tears welled in her eyes. "Maa!" She heard it. The silhouette called her "maa". Her madhav called her "maa." Then, it clicked.

Yada yada hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharata | Abhythanamadharmasya tadatmanam srijamyaham ||

Paritranaya sadhunang vinashay cha dushkritam | Dharmasangsthapanarthay sambhabami yuge yuge ||

(Inspired by a fic I saw, if I find it again, I'll tag the creator.)

[starlightshadowsworld]

Characters I headcanon as Pakistani because I am Pakistani.

Jason and Thalia Grace.

Beryl was on popular Pakistani Dramas in her hay day and made sure both her kids were fluent in Urdu.

Jason ended up forgetting it when he was taken by Lupa who spoke to him in Latin. And then Camp Jupiter demanded he speak English.

But then he lost his memories and could only speak his mother tongue. And only Thalia, Annabeth and Grover could understand him. Urdu was Thalia’s first language too. She knows enough English to get by and can’t be arsed learning any more.

Annabeth because she demanded Thalia teach her and began doing her own learning. And Grover because he’s Indian in the to series and I head canon speaks Hindi, which is very similar to Urdu.

Steve Harrington.

Parents tried to assimilate and outside the home just try and hide their heritage. His grandparents spoke to him in Urdu as a child but he didn’t retain much of it. Definitely had a “wish I was white” phase (and probably had fair and lovely pushed on him as child.)

As he began to grow and accept himself, he desperately tried to reach his roots. Got in touch with his grandparents again and began to heal.

Ain’t no Farah Fawcett here we be oiling that hair. Cooks recipes his grandmother used to make him (which the kids demand more of once they get a taste.) Re-learning Urdu with his grandparents and Robin.

He’s done the kurta over jeans look.

(Probably very much watched over by Lucas’s parents after they find out because he’s one of the only other people of colour in this white ass town.)

2012 Casey Jones.

Grew up in New York with an American father and Pakistani mother. Even after her mysterious death he’s still beloved by his family and goes to all the events.

He’s the cool cousin.

He’s always had a deep love for his culture and his city. And always been unapologetically himself no matter what. He has won over Splinter with karak (desi) tea. Has also definitely worn a kurta over jeans and trainers.

Bought mithai as an apology gift after bringing a footbot to the turtles lair and became Mikey’s best friend.

Blake Belladonna

Loved her culture, her home still ran off with a white man Blake tried to leave it all behind and assimilate to life in Vale. But she never felt like she belonged, but also believed she’d changed too much to belong back home.

But as she grew to accept herself and all that made her Blake Belladonna, that feeling begin to lessen. It’s still there, but maybe she can exist in two worlds instead of one. She shares stories with her friends, practices and teaches them (particularly Weiss) her mother tongue and traditions.

And they embrace her just like they always will.

Ozma

He assimilates to each new life but he’s still him under it all. It’s under lock and key, who he was but in the quiet moments he shares those little things. He’s not a fan off tea, he drinks only coffee and yet there’s a certain pink tea that he will always accept.

He and Salem smh ran off with a white woman had a grand wedding, there were no attendants but they more than made up for it. His girls all had bangles around their wrists and there was a once a time where wrapping them in his mother’s dupatta was the most magical thing of them all.

He’d leave a plate off apple slices in their rooms and smile as they happily ate them. The old men at the market would gently pat him on the head when they meet. Some of them still do, as if they know and maybe they do.

Things from the past hurt so much now, and yet he loves them.

[janaknandini-singh999]

~ Desi Rizz ~

Rizzte mein toh hum tumhare baap lagte hain

Kaisa yeh ishq hain ajab sa rizzk hain

Dard-e-rizzco

Mere rizzke qamar

Rizzai ke andar ghusse raho pura din sardi mein

Rizzmalai favourite mithai

Rizzmat hi chamak gayi

Rizzik Roshan

Rizza Ghalib

Rizzamandi

Rizz Afza

Rizzckon Temple

Rizz Veda

Rizzakhstan

Rizzeshwari

Rizzmaan

Rizzkiyaan ke papa hehehehe haans dele

Rizzta Kulfi

RIZZULTT AAGAYA, KITNE MARKS AAYE??

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(feel free to reblog and add more <3)

@desiblr-hall-of-fame

[fishii28]

dad got mithai yesterday and my siblings aren't here so mom said i can eat it all 😋 (thers kajukarti soanpapdi 3 different flavour pedhas and 2 more i don't know the names of)

YUM OMG WE'RE GONNA EAT SO MUCH MITHAI WHEN WE MEET RAHHHH YUM YUM YUMMMM

[iphijaania]

so magnus archives s4 takes place between feb and october 2018 and jon and basira go to ny-ålesund in june 2018 so right after ramadan so most of the preparation to go there would’ve been done during ramadan so basira would be fasting and she’d spend evenings in the archives because what’s the point of going home, right, if you’re just going to be attacked by that which you’ve only just started to name and worse and solitude becomes more sinister by the day, except there’s nobody at the archives either, because melanie can’t trust them and martin’s with peter and daisy’s too broken to round up to a person, which critically means there’s no food at the archives. at first, she tides herself over by breaking her fast with tea and biscuits until her stomach really starts to churn and the statements begin to smell like a home-cooked meal, at which point she forces herself to go back to her cold, empty flat and colder, emptier kitchen to heat up a vegetarian sainsbury’s microwave dinner or leftover kebab. and rinse and repeat.

except there’s not ‘nobody’ in the archives, there’s jon. and jon Knows. and jon does his best, not to Know what type of dates basira likes best and whether rooh afza was as big a deal in a bangladeshi home as it would be in a malayali one when he’s standing in line at the asian market, small basket of groceries that weren’t meant for him, staring at his feet and locked in his own, unbreakable fast, because he and basira had been friends. and he leaves the dates, the rooh afza, a small box of mithai and some random snacks he remembers liking, once, in the staff room, nonchalantly conspicuous, and when basira stumbles into the staff room a few minutes before nine pm, all she can do for a moment is stare at the dates and the snacks and she Knows who put them there, who retreated to his office to stave his own hunger except nobody can help him satisfy it, nobody can put a date in one scarred, lonely hand and a cup of warm tea in the other (or, at least, nobody particularly wants to do so). and all she can do is stare, break her fast and stare, never letting her eyes drift to where she knows he’s locked himself away, because she and jon had been friends, once.

[martian-astro10]

RANT ABOUT INDIAN SOCIETY

There's absolutely nothing in this world that I hate more than old Indian women, my mom has many friends and all of them are in abusive, miserable marriages and you know who forces them to stay... It's not their fathers, it's their mothers. I know so many women who would be living a happy life if they were allowed to get a divorce and then focus on their career, but no, they have to manipulate their daughters into staying in shitty marriages. Old Indian women are the worst people ever, my mom was intelligent and capable enough to leave and not listen to my grandmother but not everyone is able to do that. A lot of times, women are not able to leave their husbands because they have nowhere to live, that wouldn't be the case if they would allow their daughters to stay with them but nope, they are too busy saying shit like "log kya kahenge" "adjust toh karna padega" "ab toh tu parayi ho gyi hain", I can't even imagine what my life would be like right now if my mom hadn't left her shitty husband and started her own business. I know other indian children who were raised by single mothers but they had to live with their grandparents and they both were constantly harassed by the mother's brother and his wife, and my mom would too if she hadn't bought her own house. And it is so funny that these people celebrate Durga puja, like, seriously, lol.

On one hand, I want to appreciate Indian culture and our tradition and history and on the other hand, I'M SO DONE. I literally saw this guy yesterday saying some misogynistic shit and guess his bio... Yup, it was "jai shree ram" MATLAB.... Kya bakchodi hain yeh, I'm a proud Hindu but people like that piss me off so much and what is the point of development and stuff when people are still killing girl child. I've spent 17 years of my life in Delhi, it's considered to be very progressive, developed and modern and guess what mere maths teacher ne apni bivi ke 8 abortions karaye the, finally ladka ho gaya, bohot khush the uss din, mithai leke aaye the tuition class Mein, meri Mami ke 5 abortion hue the kyunki sasural waalon ko ladki nhi chahiye thi, meri mom ki ek friend ki galti se ladki paida ho gyi thi, ultrasound galat nikla tha, sasural waale Jaan buch ke bhooka rakte the taanki breast milk form na ho aur ladki bhooki mar jaaye, vo toh Bhagwaan ka bhala ho ki vo bach gyi.

Hindu Yeh, hindu vo, hindu rashtra, bharat, kya faayda, aisi baatein karne ke Baad, Phir lakshmi aur saraswati Maa ki photo ke Saamne ladke hone ki bheek maangte hain, ek paise ki akal nhi hain, I hope mere generation ke log better niklenge kyunki buddhe logon ne toh aaj tak mujhe Sirf disappoint hi kiya hain

[shehzadi]

to me its farhan and rancho because the idea of him narrating the whole story being obviously very starry eyed for rancho was very sweet but rancho and raju is so interesting!!! what's your take?

i totally see that too! i somehow caught onto farhan being starry-eyed later on in the film despite him being narrator just because i noticed the way raju looked at rancho first, with that really sappy smile and his own starry-eyed gaze whenever rancho does something particularly crazy, and i feel like they have a lot of key scenes - the very emotional hug after rancho takes raju’s dad to the hospital on his scooter (especially because that was their reunion after the lovers’ spat that caused raju to move rooms), raju literally choosing to die rather than betray rancho by getting him expelled, rancho being mainly shown as the one desperately nursing raju back to health after the suicide attempt, the hug + head kiss that rancho gives raju after he’s fully healed + on his way to the interview, the look on raju’s face when rancho is handing out mithai to all the doctors, the hug + head kiss again that rancho gives raju when raju says he won’t cheat on the final exam and the very smiley moment just before that, and my final moment i think is the look of disbelief raju has on his face when the real ranchoddas says he’ll give them their rancho’s location because it seemed a lot more emotional to me than farhan’s reaction? who also looked very shocked/happy but not as much

[iftitah]

i feel so happy and nice today (maybe i washed my hair) but, roommate is back and we cuddled (i never cuddle because ew touching ppl) but, i lover her so much. i made khadi chawal as she likes and she bought me mithai diwali wali. so much love to give. pls can i give u thoda of that love. ily winu

my roommate and me barely exchange two words in a day happy for you. didn't you go home during diwali? you can give me all your love and id still ask for more im so greedy give me all the love of this world all type hehe

[millet-n-minutes]

Ditch the Sugar Crash, Embrace the Millet Mash

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Think you know Indian sweets? Think again! Sure, laddoos and jalebis reign supreme, but nestled among them are these humble millets, packing a punch of both flavor and health. This ain’t no fad, folks. The Indian millet market is expected to skyrocket to a whopping ₹65,000 crores by 2027, proving that people are craving not just sugar, but smart sugar.

And smart it is! These tiny grains are loaded with protein, fiber, and vitamins, acting like tiny bodyguards against diabetes and heart disease. Studies by the Indian Institute of Millet Research show they can even lower your risk of these nasty conditions — talk about a delicious way to take care of yourself!

But hold on, “healthy” doesn’t always mean “yummy,” right? Wrong! Millet sweets are like a Bollywood dance party on your taste buds — a vibrant explosion of textures and flavors. Imagine:

Crispy foxtail millet jalebis, their nutty sweetness swirling with every bite — ₹20 a plate, not ₹50!

Melt-in-your-mouth ragi laddoos, infused with the warm hug of cardamom and coconut — homemade magic for under ₹100 a batch!

Silky barnyard millet puddings, bursting with the tangy sunshine of mango and chia seeds — a guilt-free dessert for under ₹50!

These are just a few steps in the millet mambo. Fancy restaurants are whipping up gourmet millet cakes and soufflés, but the real beauty lies in your own kitchen. Traditional recipes like payasams and halwas can easily be transformed with millet flours, giving you familiar flavors with a healthy twist.

So, ditch the refined sugar blues and grab your whisks! Explore local markets, dust off your grandma’s recipes, or become your own culinary rockstar. Millet sweets are more than just dessert — they’re a celebration of health, sustainability, and your amazing taste buds. Let’s raise a spoon to the unsung heroes of the sweet world, the millets, and savor the symphony of taste and well-being!

[laddugopalsweet]

sweet shops in laddu gopal zirakpur We at Laddu Gopals,provide you the taste of INDIA by serving the purest of sweets and indian cuisine. when we talk about aroma of inidian sweets, in our minds we are thinking of those pure desi ghee and milk khoya and the feeling of home it takes back to where our moms used to give us sweets as a reward or like a dessert after dinner to mark it as an occasion. We used to be more excited for the kajju katli our relatives used to bring than their presence. So, this is the vision {Laddu Gopals} with. As the name came from the almighty Krishna ji’s childhood avatar, we are focusing on the quality and ambiance we create so that people dont just get food from our store but a spiritual experience too that they can carry to their day. breaking the stereotype for many mainstream sweets and dairy shops, we don't outsource any ingredients used in our preparation. We have our own dairy and we grow our vegetables in our farm. minting money from people of profit making has never been our slightest of priority because this outlet is more of a dream than a business project. WHAT WE PROVIDE:Savouries-1. KAJJU KATLI2. BESAN LADDU3. MILK CAKE4. PATTISA5. MOTI CHOOR LADDU6. CHAM CHAM7. RASGULLA8. RASMALAI9. SPONGY RASGULLA10. KHOYA BURFIbest sweet shops in zirakpur.OUR X FACTOR:Our founder Mr Shrey kharbanda are literally a connoisseur of taste when it comes to indian cuisine. So, he decided to go to Amritsar and and taste every Amritsari kulcha stall or shop ever. He got the bhatti for the naan from amritsar to deliver the same taste that people expect and he kept the serving style and utensils unchanged. we are pricing this authentic recipe of amritsar for Rs.60 and Amritsari Lassi for Rs.30 per glass.Have this meal one time and you will fall in love again i promise when you visit the best sweet shop in zirakpur.FUTURE BELIEFS: when i talk about the best sweet shops in zirakpur, our name should be always there.LADDU GOPAL has some future plans held out and has been working on it since. We plan to make this india's biggest sweets franchise where every mithai is prepared from scratch and the ingredients used are grown in house.CUSTOMERS POV:What people want is an environment where one can sit with family and eat dishes that are mouthwatering and delicious. But not at the cost of spending huge money as it the marginal utility for is directly proportional to the money spent. People want the best food at the best price. OUR STAFF:We all know that food business is all customer based. Anywhere we go to buy something, we just want to feel like home or welcoming at-least. We as a unit are so keen on hospitality and to make our place feel like home that there’s a training time course of one week where we teach our staff to be warm and positive towards the customers. OUR MOTIVE:There is only one motive of LADDU GOPAL as a unit that is "JANTA KA ACHAA KHAANA KHANA BANTA”

[the-iron-orchid]

For Haleth 💝➡ to give a box of chocolates (or mithai bc she's desi too uwu) to Jinana

I hope I'm doing this right lol

[ V-Day Asks ]

"Ooooh, will you look at that... I don't think I've ever seen such a variety outside of Prakra!" Jinana's gaze moves avidly over the box of assorted sweets - several types each of laddu, burfi, and halwa, arranged attractively in little nests of colorful paper.

"When I was a child, my mother couldn't keep more than a few pieces of any kind of mithai in the house at one time, or I'd just eat them until I couldn't move." S/he laughs, remembering. "I was absolutely ravenous for sweets - I still adore them, but now I have a little more control."

S/he smiles warmly at Haleth. "Will you share them with me? I can make some cardamom tea to go with, and the rooftop garden is a lovely place to watch the sunset and the lights of the city... and of course, good company just makes it all even better."

[meethisweets]

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