#everytime i watch ram and sita

[prettykittytanjiro]

Y'all I don't see enough posts about this SO HERE WE GO

Shrimad Ramayan is the FIRST TV show that I'm watching religiously/obediently and HAVE NOT MISSED ONE EPISODE

I first saw the promotion for LOOOOOOOONG back, ab mid 2023 i think

Didn't think much of it

New year's Eve rolls by, and my mother and grandma are watching CID and Adalaat- and I sit by for once, being bored

IN THAT ONE TIME OF LIKE FIVE MINUTES

I SEE THIS MAJESTIC AD going "Ram, siya Ram, siya Ram Jai Jai Ram"

Omg they looked so good

WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!

I sat down to watch the show from the very first day

I HAVE NO REGRETS

I agree, there's annoying ads in the middle, and what not- BUT ILL PAY THE PRICE

CAUSE HOLY SHIT THIS TV SHOW HAS ME SWOONING

it's gotten to the point where the second its ten minutes before the airing time at least one of my family members call me, no matter wherever the hell I am, and remind me "oi ur show is coming on"

HSHSHDHDHDHDHDHHD

And it's not like it's hindering my productivity no no no, I've begun subconsciously finishing all my work before airing time JUST TO WATCH IT AND AFTER THAT JUST CHILL

I definitely recommend y'all watch it, its- on Sony TV, 09:00 PM on the weekdays, and next day episode reruns next day at 09:00 AM and 07:00 PM :)

ITS ALSO ON SONY LIV SO THERES THAT IF U WANT :D

I KNOW it's not completely true to the whole story but tell me which show ab Ramayan or mahabharat is- but its a great starting point and Sita and Ram's interactions are adorable and it's better than adipurush (a lot of things are better than adipurush but to be fair this is way way way better)

fight me

Anyways

Alr that's ab it

I might make a continuation post who knows

Thank you

(here are some pictures, taken by urs truly)

(yes I know bad quality shush)

Alr I'll see myself out

[lilavatilikeslemons]

Relief

A feeling of reassurance and relaxation following release of anxiety or distress.

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Reminder: This is a work made from my own imagination, with inspiration from the actual itihasa, and not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.

Unedited: You've been warned.

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Hanuman held his amma's chudamani carefully in his grasp, as he briskly returned back to Kishkinda with his comrades.

As their feet moved across the changing terrains which led back to their camp, one thing that prevailed in his mind was 'How would my Prabhu's worries diminish quickly?'

He didn't care if the difference was by minutes- or even mere seconds.

Not a moment more that lasted even as short as a blink of an eye should his Prabhu suffer.

He closed his eyes, as he thought on how he could eradicate the worries that clouded his Prabhu's mind, the fog as thick as the fumes that raised from the fire that spread across Lanka.

"Janaki-"

No. No, he couldn't say that. His Svami wouldn't know if they'd seen his Amma or not, by only mentioning her pure name.

"In Lanka-"

No. Not that, either. His Svami didn't know where this Lanka was- what even was it. He must be made aware about the state his Amma is in, first. It was the reason he was sent.

He took a deep breath, as he saw the humble cave that Shri Ram resided in, as he quickened his pace, exclaiming so loudly, that his voice could be heard inside the cave, even before he entered his Svami's gaze.

"కనుగొంటిని జానకిని, తండ్రి!"

(Kanugontini Janakini, Tandri!)

(I saw Sita with my eyes, prabhu!)

The second his voice reached the ears of his father- oh, the relief that washed his troubled soul was like the sea's tide- the fierce waves slowly calming, as the period of darkness finally led to the first ray of light.

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जय सीता राम लक्ष्मण की!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hope y'all liked this piece, IVE BEEN ON A ROLL AHHAHA

This piece is inspired by a scene in the Telugu movie Sampoorna Ramayanam- where Hanuman (I love him so much omg) runs to Shri Rama, saying "Kanugotini Janakini!" From the moment he entered the camp, Ram heard him from like 20 meters away

It is said that Hanuman wished for Rama's worries to diminish as soon as possible, not wanting him to suffer a second more than it was necessary, and to make sure no doubts arose- that he thought of what would tell him that they'd found Sita.

I personally loved the scene so much I recommend watching it it's so beautiful I cry everytime hsjejeje

On that note, constructive feedback, criticism and comments on the story are always welcome!

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated<3

Have a good one, folks!

[maraudersbitchesassemble]

Kyun jaane ek din bhi laage humko baara maason ki tarah.

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Based on this angst prompt by @rishi-sita

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I don't think I would be able to bear it any longer. After my husband had managed to help Bheem escape, the British government had captured him. I had tried making a plea to Mrs. Scott so that they'd release him and when she'd refused to even meet me, I'd lost it and tried to break him out of prison with the help of some of the people I knew from the Freedom Fighters meetings. And now here I was, in jail, getting beaten up and tortured. I don't even know how long it'd been since I last saw Ram. I missed him so much.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my cell gates being opened. I sighed and braced myself to be hit in the back with a cane but didn't feel anything.

“Hey, Y/N, calm down, it's just me.” I heard Jenny's soothing voice as she came around to face me, keeping a hand on my shoulder as tears slipped down my face.

“Jenny.....” I tried freeing my hands so I could hug her but the chains only digged deeper into my wrists as they rattled. Oh how I hated the sharp sound they made.

“Oh Y/N, dear please don't cry. Please. Look, I've got you food. Let me just get these chains off” She said, pulling out a key from her bag. My hands fell to my sides as she unlocked the chains.

“I don't think I can bear this for much longer, Jenny. The beatings and the torture doesn't hurt as much as being away from Ram does” I said as I fell to my knees, rubbing my wrists to try and sooth the pain.

She held me as I cried my heart out. I could tell that she was crying too. She had started to really like Bheem and now she probably wouldn't see him ever again. I wrapped my hand around her back, hugging her. We were eachother's only comfort as of now. I knew how much she hated the Scotts.

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2 days later

Jenny stood outside my cell, tears in her eyes as the guards whipped me. I let out a strangled cry as the whip his an old wound and it stated bleeding again.

The governer had seen me and Jenny the other day and now everytime they tortured me, they made her watch.

“Stop, please. Please, Uncle Scott, I beg you. Stop hurting her. Please don't do this to her.” The Governer smirked as Jenny begged, struggling against his tight grasp on her arm

I wanted to rip off his face. I wanted to kill his bitch of a wife. But I couldn't. My body was too weak. My mind was too weak. I was too weak. The last thing I heard was Jenny screaming my name before everything went black.

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How could he? How could he have forgotten about me? Let alone love me, did he not even care about me? I knew my marriage to him was just like some sort of a deal. But I had come to love him very dearly. And his actions had made me think he too had those feelings for me. But I guess I was wrong. I was nothing. He was a man with a mission, and I was just another tool he'd used to get closer to his mission. I felt selfish, of course I did. He was doing all of this for the freedom of our people and it was wrong of me to think like this. But I couldn't help it.

These were the only thoughts going around in my head as I was being beaten by the guards. I fell down with a loud thud, my body going completely limp, the result of the one of the guards hitting me on the head. I felt the blood flowing out of the back of my head, creating a small pool of blood all around my head. I heard the guards locking up the cell and walking away.

I could feel death slowly but surely crawl towards me as I saw a shadow walk towards me. I tried opening my eyes a little more, groaning as pain surged through me at the slightest movement. It wasn't a shadow, it was a person. Him. It was him.

Tears flowed down my eyes, as only one question kept on swimming in my mind. Why? Why now? And that's when realisation hit me, that even though I hated him in my dying moments, I had loved him for too long before that. I had experienced happiness like no other with him. He was the peace of my mind and the one who gave me butterflies in my stomach everytime I'd see him. And so, even as I hated him in my dying moments, I could see him smile down at me, holding out his hand for me to grab. He had made me experience heaven while I was alive. And now, He was my heaven.

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[the-mad-whisperer]

A new-age agnipariksha.

Over the past few months, the death of a man and the murky circumstances surrounding it have captured the imaginations of millions across the country. There has been theory after theory, each more gruesome than the last, expounded in great detail in homes, on the news, on social media, every time there is a "new development". I freely confess that I am unaware of the complete facts of the Sushant Singh Rajput case. That is not just because I have refused to obsessively follow the rather morbid circus of which our media is the ringmaster, but also because I believe that there are only one (or two, depending upon what you choose to believe) people on and not on this planet anymore who know the complete facts of the case.

I am not writing this piece to dissect what we know about the mystery surrounding this death. Neither am I going to expound my own version of what might have happened. This entire saga has brought many disturbing questions up to the forefront of my mind. Chief among those is that despite all our advancements through the centuries since Ram and Sita are purported to have existed, our basest instincts as a species tending towards cruelty and suspicion have not changed. At our cores, the collective psyche of the people has always been wolfish, bent on baying for blood, and then to hell with whether it be the red tears of the innocent or the black ink of the guilty. Trial by fire is so old fashioned though. Women (or anyone for that matter) don't have to walk on burning pyres anymore to prove their innocence; they must gingerly navigate the snakepit of social media. Looking at the viciousness with which the public has decided to be the judge, jury, and executioner, I'm not sure which one I'd personally prefer.

Watching events unfold, I feel like we have forgotten some core concepts regarding our criminal justice system. We have forgotten that in our quest for the deliverance of justice for one, it is unacceptable to perpetrate injustice towards others. Dictums like "innocent until proven guilty" only seem to hold true within the walls of the courts of this country these days. The fact that prime suspect in an investigation does not equate to an accusation, and an accusation is not the same as a conviction seems to elude the public in its bloody feeding frenzy. The prime suspect in the case has been called a witch, a "vishkanya", a gold digger, and a whole lot of other things that simply leave a bad taste in my mouth, so I will not recount them here.

An idol of the people is dead, and people are upset and, yes, it is understandable that the public wants to hold someone accountable for it. Why have we lost our humanity while doing it? There are ways to demand answers, there are ways to put pressure on the police and the CBI to get to the bottom of it but do those ways also include sinking so low as to sacrifice our morals to get to an end? Because make no mistake, this wanton vilification and witch-hunt is morally wrong. And I find it extremely surprising that in a country which has so many religions, all of which preach living a moral life, that someone has to make a point of this, instead of everyone just knowing it. Oh wait. Religiousness has nothing to do with morality these days. My bad. I'll just move on.

Indians have consumed this production like the soap opera the media has made it out to be. I'm quite shocked that nobody has yet thought of using the "Dhum-tanananana" background track everytime they discuss this on news channels. Let's face it. The press has done nothing but sensationalize this case since Day 1. They should have been a beacon of clarity within the mists obscuring this mystery, but they have done nothing but muddy the already-filthy waters even more. And instead of the public holding the press accountable to the highest standards of journalism, and the press in turn holding police agencies to the highest standards of criminal investigation, we have done nothing but been good puppies and eagerly lapped up all the spiced milk they set in the saucer in front of us.

By acting the way we have, we have not just debased ourselves, and physically taxed and mentally hurt someone else. We have demonstrated how little faith we have in our justice systems. It is beyond me why everyone thinks they are in possession of the facts when even the police have not finished their investigations. When the investigation is finished, and the courts have made their decision and a culprit (if any) has been found and punished, it is then that we should direct our anger towards said culprit. But behaving like this towards a suspect is in the simplest terms, wrong.

Before all this, I would have confidently said that I thought animal circuses were banned.

Just maybe, the animals decided to get their revenge by putting people in the ring instead.

[lilavatilikeslemons]

"Narayana, Narayana!"

Prologue.

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Disclaimer: this is no way shape or form, accurate to the itihasa- and is not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments, views or beliefs.

Thank you.

Unedited- you've been warned.

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Ram looked at the sunset in the horizon from Sarayu. Oh, he loved the sunset- but dawn was his favourite.

One foot.

It reminded him of new beginnings. Of how everyday could start anew.

It reminded him of the time he'd wake up, in the forest- and see the Sun- a reminder of how the days were passing till he would return to his home.

Two feet.

The dawn was Sita's favourite, too. Maybe that was another reason why he favoured it- but then again, he could never compare the Sun to her. Everytime he saw her, it was dawn for him. It was a new beginning- a fresh page.

Oh, what he would do to see the Dawn with her.

...How long had it been?

He lost count.

Five feet.

He had dreamt of watching the Dawn with his sons, together- when they were in his wife's womb- but it seemed that fate had other plans.

Ten feet.

Perhaps, in another life.

Black.

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It was the end of not just a great king, that sunset- it was the end of an era.

But ofcourse, a sunset is followed by a dawn. A new beginning.

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A figure chuckled in the skies, looking down upon the bustling city.

Millennia had passed.

"Narayana, Narayana!"

It was time.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

HEY GUYS!!! I got a hit of inspiration out of nowhere SO HERE I AM

Hope y'all liked chapter one of my new Ramayana theatre AU fic!!!! (Yes you heard me right, theatre AU- this is gonna be an interesting one)

You might be asking, 'Lemons, you said theatre au, but where is theatre?'

ShHHH- we'll get to that part soon hehehehehehehehe

Constructive critisism is always welcome, and please share your thoughts :D

Chapter two will be out soon, so keep an eye out!!

Stay safe, hydrated and healthy, and have a good one, folks!