#Sarojini

[livesanskrit]

Send from Sansgreet Android App. Sanskrit greetings app from team @livesanskrit . It's the first Android app for sending @sanskrit greetings. Download app from https://livesanskrit.com/sansgreet Sarojini Naidu Sarojini Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's emancipation, and anti-imperialistic ideas, she was an important figure in India's struggle for independence from colonial rule. Naidu's work as a poet earned her the sobriquet 'the Nightingale of India', or 'Bharat Kokila' by Mahatma Gandhi because of colour, imagery and lyrical quality of her poetry. #sansgreet #sanskritgreetings #greetingsinsanskrit #sanskritquotes #sanskritthoughts #emergingsanskrit #sanskrittrends #trendsinsanskrit #livesanskrit #sanskritlanguage #sanskritlove #sanskritdailyquotes #sanskritdailythoughts #sanskrit #resanskrit #sarojininaidu #sarojini #naidu #politicalactivist #poet #freedomfighter #indianwomen #womenempowerment #hyderabad #lucknow #writer #telengana #andhra #telugu #celebratingsanskrit https://www.instagram.com/p/CpQQmOYPgPo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[enigma-the-mysterious]

The only canon heterosexual couple I will allow in RRR. Idk the rest of you can go home

[desigrrrl]

— Sarojini Naidu, Humayun To Zobeida (From the Urdu)

[kutputli]

Bringing this back for @quark4561 (that one Bombay girl ref)

[meraminemera]

Sunday outing to Sarojini Nagar w/ Ngawang

29.09.2024 | Sarojini Nagar | 22y 18d

[moonlitarchive]

desi girl summer and dark academia bastard winters

[goldenfirefox]

The definition of shut up and take my money.

[violettesiren]

Alone, O Love, I seek the blossoming glades, The bright, accustomed alleys of delight, Pomegranate-gardens of the mellowing dawn, Serene and sumptuous orchards of the night.

Alone, O Love, I breast the shimmering waves, The changing tides of life's familiar streams, Wide seas of hope, swift rivers of desire, The moon-enchanted estuary of dreams.

But no compassionate wind or comforting star Brings me sweet word of thine abiding place... In what predestined hour of joy or tears Shall I attain the sanctuary of thy face?

Alone by Sarojini Naidu

[like-butterflies-and-glitter]

i lost one of my earrings yesterday 😭 i do want to do something with the other one so i can continue to use it, ideas?

[cherrylucifer99]

28/100 days of productivity 🎍

[10th March, 2023]

I had a day off today, so I went shopping with my friend. We bought really cute tops, accessories and shoes. After that, we went to cafe where the decor was really pretty! The food was great, I had a citrus cold brew and a calzone. A very fruitful day for my self-care and self-development. :P

[livesanskrit]

Send from Sansgreet Android App. Sanskrit greetings app from team @livesanskrit . It's the first Android app for sending @sanskrit greetings. Download app from https://livesanskrit.com/sansgreet Sarojini Naidu Sarojini Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's emancipation, and anti-imperialistic ideas, she was an important figure in India's struggle for independence from colonial rule. Naidu's work as a poet earned her the sobriquet 'the Nightingale of India', or 'Bharat Kokila' by Mahatma Gandhi because of colour, imagery and lyrical quality of her poetry. #sansgreet #sanskritgreetings #greetingsinsanskrit #sanskritquotes #sanskritthoughts #emergingsanskrit #sanskrittrends #trendsinsanskrit #livesanskrit #sanskritlanguage #sanskritlove #sanskritdailyquotes #sanskritdailythoughts #sanskrit #resanskrit #sarojininaidu #sarojini #naidu #politicalactivist #poet #freedomfighter #indianwomen #womenempowerment #hyderabad #lucknow #writer #telengana #andhra #telugu #celebratingsanskrit https://www.instagram.com/p/Com15JJvf23/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[saint-vier]

The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,

The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.

Far sweeter sound the forest-notes where forest-streams are falling;

O mother mine, I cannot stay, the fairy-folk are calling.

-Village Song, Sarojini Naidu.

[seavoice]

last three years of english class was sooo hit or miss. just a steady diet of anti-war poetry + victorian lamentations about modern society and fear of it + romantic poets + sarojini naidu

[onefriendeveryday]

Ada - 8/3/2023

The two hundred and fifty third friend. A cog in honour by Ada Lovelace. She was born in England in 1815, though her parents separated shortly after she was born and her father left the country forever. She was horribly ill for most of her childhood and could barely walk for a long time. She was privately educated when she was young. She then educated herself with help from the professor of mathematics at the University of London. She was introduced to Charles Babbage in 1833 and became interested on his work. In 1835, she married William King She translated and annotated an article by an Italian mathematician and engineer in the early 1840s. These annotations contain what is considered to be the first computer program, though some say Babbage's notes contained earlier examples. Her and Babbage built a machine called the Analytical Engine, a machine which is considered to be the first computer, and the majority of it was built by Ada herself. In 1852, she died of cancer, though she is still remembered for her contributions to computing. An early programming language was named after her and the second Tuesday in October is now celebrated in her honour.

Here is a link to the article I got most of my information on her from, in case anyone wants to do any further reading.

[papyrusandpaints]

365 Days of Poetry - Day 11:

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INDIAN WEAVERS

Weavers, weaving at break of day,

Why do you weave a garment so gay?...

Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,

We weave the robes of a new-born child.

Weavers, weaving at fall of night,

Why do you weave a garment so bright?...

Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,

We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.

Weavers, weaving solemn and still,

What do you weave in the moonlight chill?...

White as a feather and white as a cloud,

We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.

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Sarojini Naidu