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Discover the Charm of a Garden Bench: Your Perfect Outdoor Retreat

Features of a Garden Bench:

A Garden Bench serves as a versatile piece of outdoor furniture, blending functionality with aesthetic appeal. Often designed like a traditional charpai bed or khatiya, enhances any garden. Many garden benches are made from durable materials, including weather-resistant wood or metal, ensuring they can withstand the elements. The wooden daybed khat offers a classic look, while the garden daybed may includes seat for added comfort.Cmfortable designed, these benches provide excellent support, making them perfect for long hours of relaxation. With a variety of styles and finishes available, there’s a garden bench to suit every taste and outdoor decor.

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Incorporating a Garden Bench into your outdoor space offers numerous benefits that enhance your overall experience. First and foremost, it creates a designated area for relaxation, allowing you to unwind with a book or enjoy the peaceful of nature. This inviting space encourages quality time with family and friends  making it ideal for gatherings or casual conversations.

Moreover, a Garden Bench can act as a focal point in your garden, enhancing its visual appeal. With designs inspired by traditional furniture like the charpai bed, these benches not only provide comfort but also evoke a sense of regretfulness and warmth. They invite you to slow down and appreciate the beauty of your surroundings.

Another significant benefit is the versatility of a garden bench. Whether you’re hosting a summer or enjoying a quiet evening under the stars, a bench offers a perfect spot to sit and enjoy the moment. Additionally, models like the wooden daybed khat or garden daybed can provide extra sleeping space for guests during warm nights, adding functionality to your outdoor area.

Finally, using a Garden Bench promotes a deeper connection with nature. Spending time outdoors has been linked to improved mental health and well-being. By providing a comfortable place to sit and reflect, a garden bench encourages you to immerse yourself in the tranquility of your surroundings, making it a worthwhile addition to any garden.

A Perfect Spot to Pause and Reflect:

A garden bench can transform your outdoor space into a personal sanctuary. It serves as the perfect spot to pause and reflect, inviting visitors to soak in the beauty of nature. Picture yourself enjoying the gentle breeze, surrounded by vibrant flowers and greenery, while taking a moment for examination .This cozy nook is also ideal for enjoying happiness, whether it’s sharing laughter with loved ones or simply savoring a quiet moment alone.

Additionally, the comfort of many garden benches makes them suitable for sleeping under the stars on warm nights. Imagine drifting off to sleep with the sounds of nature all around you—what a delightful way to connect with the outdoors! By integrating a garden bench into your landscape, you create a space that promotes relaxation, joy, and reflection.

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Best Wooden Charpai ~ Indian Day Beds

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Chowk & Charpai: An Urban Living Room, India, by Archohm

Set on the riverside terrace, this pavilion explores two vernacular Indian design typologies that create spaces for community and conversation – a traditional woven day bed known as a chairpai and an open-air chowk market, which design studio Archohm describes as "the urban Indian living room".

The pavilion is formed from woven ropes set over an angular frame, with a metal stall at its centre decorated in hundreds of kullad clay cups used for drinking chai.

The cups are left unglazed and fixed to the structure with magnets, so they can ultimately be returned to the earth.

2023 London Design Biennale

[homelivingthings]

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[000marie198]

OHMYGOSH!

Actually sobbing you gave him charpai, omg omg

I meant to give you this last week @000marie198

comfortable sleepy hedgehog

inspired by her favorite place to nap

[inqilabi]

Maria Bibi's case has been haunting me. Her brother and father raped her. She was pregnant and had started to go around and tell everyone what was happening to her. So her brother strangled her on a charpai. Then once he was done, the father handed him a glass of water. As if to give him respite for a tough job. And this was filmed by another brother, and the video went around and enraged people.

My dad grew up around the area where this girl's father and brother are from.

And I have directly seen this kind of disregard for women's life while growing up. The sad part is that I was exposed to it enough to know exactly what it feels like - as in, I know the exact the mindset of these men. Somehow through direct exposure and experience, you get the ability to not just be on the receiving end but also have an insight into exactly how their mind operates and what they're thinking. I think that's precisely what made me so sensitive to even mild misogyny in men's behaviour which I started posting about a decade ago on here. It was to the point where I was even analyzing men's approaches to fictional female characters. Word choices etc etc like really minute details.

Misogyny that you see in village areas and small towns is the most raw. I feel in urban centers of these countries, as well as in the west as a whole, it's definitely coated in some sugar. But backhome in the villages, they literally do not think of you as a person. You are subhuman and you definitely feel this as a woman. You are less than the cattle. You are sold and traded by your fathers and brothers. At best, there are waiting for you to be of marriageable age to hand you off to someone else. I've seen women beaten and dragged by the hair. Like the hate that I've seen men have towards women is so vitriolic. One time, when I was a teen - I was at a wedding doing a little dance, being happy. And I could see the rage in this young man's eye who was a wedding guest. It was almost like - how dare she have fun. Why is she not existing as a thing. The dance, me being happy and joyful took something away from his and vision of me as a girl. It did two things I think 1) I was alive and not a thing. He wanted me to be a quiet docile thing, an item, just sitting in a corner, not a person 2) it showed him that I didn't exist for his pleasure. I was doing things for my own pleasure, my own will. He even made a comment to me in Urdu. And it made me sad and killed my spirit. And I could see how happy he was to see the joy go. Having been the one to make that joy disappear.

I don't think you see things like that in the west on the regular. But certain parts of backhome it's an everyday occurence

[hosh-rubaa]

Do I?? From my journal

Last year, I visited my grandma's place—a beautiful small town with sprawling farms, endless greenery, and scenery that took my breath away. I truly cherished my time there. I've always been an admirer of the sky, the moon, and the embrace of nature.

It was the end of the July, and the monsoons were approaching their peak. I was sitting on our terrace as the sun began to set. Birds were flying back to their nests, and the air was filled with a calmness that felt like a warm hug. I looked up at the sky; it was changing colors—red, orange, blue, pink, and a bit of purple. I wondered why these colors only showed up during the rainy season or at sunset.

I went downstairs and sat beside my grandma, who was playing with my little cousin. I asked her, "Dadi, yeh aasmaan apna rang kyun badalta hai?" (Grandma, why does the sky change its color?)

A sweet smile spread across her face, but her attention was still on my cousin, who was nibbling on some chocolate. "So you notice?" she replied, now fully looking at me.

"Yes, I notice the changing colors, and I wonder why. Is there any reason behind it? A story, perhaps?" I asked eagerly.

She chuckled softly and said, "It's said that in the rainy season, these colors hint to the farmers that rain is near, so they can prepare to sow their seeds." She stood up from the charpai and continued, "And these colors are like the seeds of rain themselves."

"But Dadi, I don't see any scientific reason in that story. How am I supposed to believe it?" I questioned.

"Not everything needs science, my dear. Sometimes, believing in stories is what makes us happy, and you don’t need proof to be happy" she replied.

I shrugged it off playfully and helped her close our small shop. I took my cousin into my arms as we walked outside.

"Let's go home; it looks like it might rain," Grandma observed, glancing at the sky.

"It's okay, Dadi; it won’t rain. We can sit beneath this tree for a while. It’s so beautiful," I insisted.

We sat on the rocks in our courtyard, feeling the calm of the evening settle around us.

"Do you know there's another story about this?" Grandma asked, her voice teasingly soft.

"About what?" I asked, curious.

"The sky changing its colors," she said with a knowing smile.

"Really? Are you going to tell me?" I leaned in, eager for more.

"But you always want a scientific reason for everything," she teased.

I smiled, raising my hands in surrender. "Okay, I promise I won't question it. Can you tell me now?"

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching the sky. "It's said that the sun and the sky are lovers, and when they meet at the horizon at sunset, they express their love through these different colors. The colors show how beautifully the sky welcomes the sun."

"So, it's a love story?" I whispered, my heart fluttering at the thought.

She looked at me, her eyes warm. "Do you believe it?"

"I—" I started to reply, but then I felt a cool drop on my hand, and another on my face. It was raining.

"See, I told you it would rain," Grandma laughed softly, taking my cousin by the hand. "Come inside before you catch a cold."

As I stood there, looking up at the sky, I wondered,

"Do I believe? In love? In stories? Do I?"

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Ladies, vote for yourself and those denied the right

Dhurnal (Pakistan) (AFP) – Perched on her traditional charpai bed, Naeem Kausir says she would like to vote in Pakistan's upcoming election -- if only the men in her family would let her.

Issued on: 05/02/2024 - 08:41

In  the village of Dhurnal in Punjab, spread across crop fields and home to several thousand people, men profess myriad reasons why women should not be allowed to vote © Farooq NAEEM / AFP

Like all the women in her town, the 60-year-old former headmistress and her seven daughters -- six already university educated -- are forbidden from voting by their male elders.

"Whether by her husband, father, son or brother, a woman is forced. She lacks the autonomy to make decisions independently," said Kausir, covered in a veil in the courtyard of her home.

"These men lack the courage to grant women their rights," the widow told AFP.

Although voting is a constitutional right for all adults in Pakistan, some rural areas in the socially conservative country are still ruled by a patriarchal system of male village elders who wield significant influence in their communities.

In the village of Dhurnal in Punjab, spread across crop fields and home to several thousand people, men profess myriad reasons for the ban of more than 50 years.

"Several years ago, during a period of low literacy rates, a council chairman decreed that if men went out to vote, and women followed suit, who would manage the household and childcare responsibilities?" said Malik Muhammad, a member of the village council.

"This disruption, just for one vote, was deemed unnecessary," he concluded.

Robina Kausir, a healthcare worker, talks to AFP in Dhurnal of Punjab province, ahead of the upcoming general election © Farooq NAEEM / AFP

Muhammad Aslam, a shopkeeper, claims it is to protect women from "local hostilities" about politics, including a distant occasion that few seem to remember in the village when an argument broke out at a polling station.

Others told AFP it was simply down to "tradition".

First Muslim woman leader

The Election Commission of Pakistan (ECP) has stressed that it has the authority to declare the process null and void in any constituency where women are barred from participating.

In reality, progress has been slow outside of cities and in areas that operate under tribal norms, with millions of women still missing from the electoral rolls.

Muhammad Aslam, a shopkeeper, claims a ban on women voting is to protect them from "local hostilities" about politics © Farooq NAEEM / AFP

The elders in Dhurnal rely on neighbouring villages to fill a government-imposed quota which maintains that 10 percent of votes cast in every constituency must be by women.

Those who are allowed to vote are often pressured to pick a candidate of a male relative's choice.

In the mountainous region of Kohistan in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province home to almost 800,000 people, religious clerics last month decreed it un-Islamic for women to take part in electoral campaigns.

Although voting is a constitutional right for all adults in Pakistan, some rural areas in the socially conservative country are still ruled by a patriarchal system of male village elders who wield significant influence in their communities © Farooq NAEEM / AFP

Fatima Tu Zara Butt, a legal expert and a women's rights activist, said women are allowed to vote in Islam, but that religion is often exploited or misunderstood in Pakistan.

"Regardless of their level of education or financial stability, women in Pakistan can only make decisions with the 'support' of the men around them," she said.

Pakistan famously elected the world's first Muslim woman leader in 1988 -- Benazir Bhutto, who introduced policies that boosted education and access to money for women, and fought against religious extremism after military dictator Zia ul-Haq had introduced a new era of Islamisation that rolled back women's rights.

However, more than 30 years later, only 355 women are competing for national assembly seats in Thursday's election, compared to 6,094 men, the election commission has said.

Pakistan reserves 60 of the 342 National Assembly seats for women and 10 for religious minorities in the Muslim-majority country, but political parties rarely allow women to contest outside of this quota.

Those who do stand often do so only with the backing of male relatives who are already established in local politics.

"I have never seen any independent candidates contesting elections on their own," Zara Butt added.

'Everyone's right'

Forty-year-old Robina Kausir, a healthcare worker, said a growing number of women in Dhurnal want to exercise their right to vote but they fear backlash from the community if they do -- particularly the looming threat of divorce, a matter of great shame in Pakistani culture.

She credits part of the shift to access to information as a result of the rising use of smartphones and social media.

"These men instil fear in their women – many threaten their wives," she told AFP.

Robina, backed by her husband, is one of the few prepared to take the risk.

When cricketing legend Imran Khan swept to power in the 2018 election, Robina arranged for a minibus to take women to the local polling station.

Only a handful joined her, but she still marked it as a success and will do the same on Thursday's election.

"I was abused but I do not care, I will keep fighting for everyone's right to vote," Robina said.

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Discover the Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya: Your Perfect Wooden Daybed for Comfort and Style

Features of the Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya:

The Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya comes with several remarkable features that make it a standout choice for any home. Its robust wooden frame ensures durability and longevity, allowing it to withstand daily use while maintaining its charm. The jute charpai offers excellent breathability, making it perfect for warm climates. The traditional weaving technique used in creating the woven bed not only enhances aesthetic appeal but also provides comfort and support.

The design of the charpai promotes airflow, ensuring a cool and comfortable experience whether you’re lounging inside or enjoying the outdoors. Additionally, its lightweight construction allows for easy movement, enabling you to rearrange your space effortlessly. The intricate patterns woven into the jute add a touch of artistry, making it a beautiful focal point in any room or garden.

Overall, the Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya is not just a piece of furniture; it’s a statement of style and cultural heritage.

Benefits of Using the Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya:

Incorporating an Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya into your home offers a multitude of benefits. First and foremost, its userfriendly design promotes relaxation and comfort. The gentle give of the jute charpai provides an ideal resting position, making it perfect for lounging, reading, or napping. This comfort is enhanced by the natural materials used, allowing for a more health-conscious living space.

The charpai also supports sustainable living. Made from Indian traditional jute, it is an eco-friendly choice that minimizes environmental impact. Jute is biodegradable, making it a responsible option for the environmentally conscious consumer. By choosing a charpai, you’re not just adding style to your home  you’re also making a choice that benefits the planet.

Additionally, the charpai’s spacious design encourages social interaction, making it an excellent spot for family gatherings and friend get-togethers. Its inviting presence fosters connection and warmth, creating a cozy environment for sharing stories and creating memories.

Versatility is another significant benefit. Whether used as a garden daybed for outdoor relaxation or as a charming seating option in your living room, the charpai fits seamlessly into various settings. Its timeless design ensures that it complements different decor styles, making it a cherished piece for years to come.

Ideal for Social Gatherings and Family Interaction:

The Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya is perfectly suited for social gatherings and family interactions. Placing it in your garden allows everyone to enjoy stunning views while engaging in meaningful conversations. Its generous size makes it ideal for families to relax together, fostering connection and warmth.

Whether you’re  enjoying a peaceful afternoon with loved ones, the charpai creates an inviting atmosphere. Its comfort makes it perfect for lounging and socializing, allowing you to enjoy long chats and shared experiences. The charpai transforms any gathering into a memorable occasion, providing a cozy space for creating lasting bonds.

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ProudlyIndia emphasizes sustainability and authenticity, ensuring that every charpai is made from natural materials that are both beautiful and eco-friendly. Our focus on traditional craftsmanship means that each piece tells a story, making it a unique addition to your home.

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We believe in making traditional craftsmanship accessible to everyone, regardless of location. By choosing ProudlyIndia, you’re not just purchasing furniture; you’re bringing a piece of Indian culture into your home. Experience the blend of comfort, style, and heritage today by choosing the Authentic Indian Charpai Khatiya from ProudlyIndia!

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i'm ten years old, lying on my stomach on the betak floor at my uncles house. above me, the ceiling fan whirs but does nothing to cool the stiflingly hot air. my cousin inserts a dvd into the computer and settles down beside me, passing me the bowl of hot and crunchy besan coated fries. the movie that we watch is called vivah, and i am completely mesmerised as i watch shahid kapoor and amrita rao's characters meet for the first time. nobody had ever told me that an arranged marriage could be like this before...

i'm twelve years old and my cousin might be getting engaged. i wonder what the boy will look like, will he be handsome like my cousin is pretty? will he come with his family and then talk to her privately to see if they like each other? i wonder if mum will let me in to see him too. i'm confused then, when my cousins parents, and my uncle go alone to see the boys family. the whole house is filled with a nervous energy as we wait for them to come back, and when they do, they bring sweets. baat pakki! they say we've settled it!. I ask mum when my cousin will see her new fiance. on their wedding day, she says, as if its the most obvious thing in the world. her in laws will visit, of course but he won't, not until the wedding. i watch my cousin as she is fed mithai in mubarak, as she ducks her head and hides a pleased smile and wonder how she can so implicitly trust that she will like the man her parents have chosen for her.

i'm sixteen years old and all of my friends are in relationships, with guys in school or outside school. these days, the only topic of conversation seems to be bets on when one of them will finally realise her best friend is in love with her, or what dates everyone has been on. when we hang out during our free periods together i zone out and daydream about having a boyfriend of my own. I daydream about someone who my mother would approve of, someone who sits next to me with my friends at school, who lets me rest my head on his shoulder and who spends hours on the phone talking to me in the evenings and doesn't find me weird, or annoying, or ugly. in all of my daydreams, i never see a face, or hear a voice but somehow, i feel comforted nonetheless.

i'm eighteen and as my cousins mehndi function begins to wind down, i start to look for my friend, who had disappeared halfway through the ceremony after she'd had her turn to apply oil to my cousins hair and stuff a mithai in his mouth. she isn't inside with the aunties having the dholki and i try to act nonchalant as i pass everyone sat on the charpai's in the dark yard, laughing and enjoying themselves. i ignore their laughter and chatter, the sound grating on my already frayed nerves. the function was fun, but i can't wait for everyone to go home so that the house will finally be quiet and i can relax and stop worrying about being perceived. eventually, i find my friend sitting alone on the roof, but don't go up to her. her husband called, i'm told, so instead i sit down, i look up at her silhouette against the dark night sky and imagine what it will be like when i am married. one day, i think. one day that will be me sitting on the roof talking to my husband. i wonder if he will come to pakistan with me to see my family and if we will escape to the roof for a reprieve together at night, or if i will be alone when i talk to him, connecting to him through a call across oceans, and countries and time zones.

i'm twenty one years old and the thought of marriage is terrifying. my mother tells me to start seriously looking

for the first time in my life, i don't like my dad. i think of the way he treated my mother during their marriage, of how he cheated and left, and how my mother left everything behind to marry him. how she left her family and her country, had to adjust to a new language and a new home and a spouse who did not respect her. i weep for hours the day that i find out that she would lie to her brothers and mother back home about how she was struggling after the separation simply because she knew it would break their hearts to not be able to come to her and help. I think of marriage and am overcome with terror because what if the man chosen is only doing it to appease his parents, like my dad did? i don't mind giving up on love but will my husband respect me? or will he grow to resent me and leave me by the wayside?

i'm twenty four years old and the song tu jhoom makes me cry on the bus to work. Jo hai tera lab jayega, kar ke koi bahana//what is yours will come to you, through any excuse. the line reverberates through my head all day as i run phonics catch up sessions and work with the children in my class. lab jayega, lab jayega...but when? in the evening, i pray to Allah, say that i'm trying to be patient but i'm struggling. everyone around me is getting married, i see so many in my community having 'arranged' marriages when they've actually been seeing their partners for years already and wonder if this is the new normal. have i missed my chance to meet someone? will i end up marrying someone who settles because they couldn't marry the person they wanted? i think of my sister, who had three children by the time she was my age and wonder if i should simply give up on the idea of marriage entirely.

i'm twenty six years old, and my family throws a surprise birthday party for me after work. surrounded by them all i feel content and so, so loved. the hastily decorated cake makes me laugh so hard i snort and for once i don't feel self conscious about my appearance in photos. my cousin gifts me a photo scrapbook of my life and halfway through she writes about how many more pages i have left to fill. i thank her, but privately think about how untrue that is. there's nothing exciting to look forward to in the forseeable future.

i'm twenty six years old and i've given up on finding a rishta. i've lost count of how many have fallen through after the initial conversation because of silly nitpicking she's too short, too dark skinned, too old (two months older than the boy) she was raised by a single mother? oh no.

my younger cousin starts looking for a rishta and i joke that she'll get married before me and i tamp down on the worry that that might be true. maybe marriage just isnt in my naseeb, and i'm happy enough with my life right now who needs marriage and kids anyway? in fact, i'm already looking forward to my twenty seventh birthday when i can have a cake that has the quote from pride and prejudice on it I'm 27 years old. I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened. i try to convince myself that i mean it.

of course, thats when it all changes

[sumuraj]

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[spiceandtealeaves]

Super personal but India sleeps on these and then complains about back pain in the morning 💖

The first picture’s basically a mat hand woven out of dry grass that’s very common in South India (my childhood fr 💖). It’s not used as much anymore but if you go to an elder’s house it’s very likely you’ll see it!

The second picture is about the same except it’s a bed! And you get poked by split strands more lmao

But they’re both generally very durable! We’ve had one for 20~ years and you only need to replace it once the grass starts rotting because it splits more

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