#fuchka

[zeherili-ankhein]

Fhuchka Or Momo?

Momo 24/7/30/12

Fuchka during bikalbela or when I am in pujor bhir or tbh 23/6

Sometimes I just don't want Fuchka but momo? EVERY SINGLE SECOND I WNAT MOMO AJEGDBDBS

[phalguniroy]

Fuchka Madness | Pani Puri Lover | Street Food Lovers of Kolkata

[spicypungent]

#21 Fuchka one of famous street food. in bangladesh...#food #recipe #shortvideo #spicy #...

[nianscookingdiary]

ঘরে তৈরী পারফেক্ট ফুচকা রেসিপি | Bangladeshi Easy Fuchka Recipe | How To...

[grameenchannel]

নানি-নাতনির ৩ মিনিটে ৬০ টি ফুচকা খাওয়ার বাজি - পানি পুরি চ্যালেঞ্জ Fuchk...

[hadikaesque]

Had a great day ☺

[basantinodance]

JSYK..

friEND boyfriEND girlfriEND doi fuchka

AAHAHAHSHSHS PEOPLE LEAVE BUT DOI FUCHKA DOESN'T ☝🏻

[that-mad-indian-woman]

I want that bengali kind of love.

The afternoon dates in scorching sun while trudging through college street in a kurti, sniffing ancient, ancient books kind of love. The sitting in princep ghaat, watching the Ganga flow by kind of love. The "paarar adda" kind of love; the "Fuchka khabi?" kind of love. I want the passionate political debates kind of love; the saraswati puja's yellow saree dates kind of love. I want the teasing "Didi apnar dara hobe na; chere din" kind of love. I want walking down the gardens of Victoria memorial kind of love. I want the evening jhaalmuri kind of love, the watching bells of dakhineshwar toll at a distance over the Ganga kind of love. I want manna de songs when it rains kind of love. I want rabindrasangeet when the thunder booms outside kind of love.

I want the vintage Kolkata love.

[colourless-hydrangeas]

KOP Yosuke x desi reader pls?

Why him tho?

Please keep in mind that I am a sex-repulsed asexual and there will be no smut here on my blog(mentioning this because I was so icked by all the sex scenes in-game), even after I turn 18.

Okay, so-

Yosuke probably knows a lot about the world. Even if he doesn't know much about your country and it's culture and traditions, it takes him mere seconds to find out about your cultural background, and well, all about you.

He tries food at an Indian restaurant for the first time and loves it.

It becomes a habit.

Until that day, you make him some biryani(Kolkata style, because wtf is biryani without potato???).

He forces himself to eat it, to not disappoint you.

It's not bad at all, he thinks.

He could eat your food every day.

So, he quits eating his meals outside.

Yosuke nearly fainted once from getting a fish bone stuck in his throat. (That happened to me once, and I am always paranoid when eating fish. 💀)

He enthusiastically wears a kurta and dhoti to give you a big surprise, once, while you were away.

And he waltzes around the building wearing them.

You come home so tired that you don't notice him.

But when you do, Yosuke is smiling from ear to ear, excitedly talking how he had to look up tutorials online.

When he sees you in a sari for the first time, he is all flustered. He has no words to describe how beautifully it suits you.

He finds you talking in your native language sexy.

He secretly tries to learn your language, without you knowing, and surprises you by saying "What is for dinner tonight?" in your native language, casually one night.

When you take him to a relative's wedding, he is surprised to see all the fancy clothes everyone is wearing.

Also, why do you have so many uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews and nieces? Yosuke just finds it hard to remember all their names.

You definitely have to keep an eye and a ear on him when you introduce him to your parents for the first time.

Because this man cannot be trusted. He may say weird things and freak your parents out.

But it goes well.

He tries desi street food and he is in love.

Especially with fuchka/pani-puri/whatever else it is called.

Please don't tell him about fuchka eating competitions.

Yosuke probably listens to old Hindi songs and watches old Bollywood movies.

It appears that he has roped his friends into his new interests too.

He would buy Sydney a sari. Sydney wouldn't be so impressed though.

I am out of ideas. Please feel free to suggest more and I will add them here. This is really fun. :D

Thank you for reading!

[indigo-pdf]

FUCHKA KHABO

[eeshiwrites]

held in a moment

a collection of vignettes

I.

Strolling along the river, hand in hand, talking mindlessly. Streams of mirth steadily flowing. Suddenly, she spotted a small plant with tiny yellow flowers. Wordlessly, she bent down and picked one of the blooms as gently as she could, bangles chiming at the movement.

In a split second, the flower was tucked safely behind his ear, her phone out to freeze the moment in a picture. A pair of softened eyes followed her every move, lips subtly upturned. As if she was a planet, and he, her moon.

Phone back inside the pocket of her jeans, hair flailing all over courtesy of the riverine breeze, her eyes met his. Tucking the strand gone astray behind her ear, he deftly took out the flower behind his ear and transferred it to hers. Doe eyes shot up to him, a light blush spreading across those chubby cheeks he loved.

"What'd you just do?"

"What? It looks better on you anyway."

She had to look away to conceal the blush.

II.

"Dada, how many for 20?"

The vendor said five, a reply rehearsed one too many times.

He was ready to pull out two fuchka cups, one for himself and another for her. Just before his hand could grab the paper cup, she held it in a vice-like grasp. Turning towards his companion, he found her looking at him with eyes wide as saucers, as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

No, she really said that aloud.

Wordlessly, she dragged him through the humdrum of the bazaar, her hand never leaving his. He followed, unaware that his ears had turned pink—though perhaps she had noticed. There was a lightness in her step, a jump of excitement.

She halted in front of a gupchup stand, fairly secluded from the crowd, and beamed at the vendor. "Dada, two 20-rupee plates please!"

Excitedly grabbing two cups for him and herself, she began recounting her escapades in the same market. She requested that he try the spicier fuchka. He vehemently protested. She made lame jokes, and he looked at her with adoration. And her joy when they'd had eight fuchkas for 20 rupees, had him floored.

Every time she caught him staring, he blushed. And each time, she fell a little deeper.

He had no idea where the time had gone, but he did know one thing: her hand was still holding his when they had to say goodbye—neither of them wanting to let go.

III.

The stakes were high. Anxiety hung thick in the air.

She had entered the room in a flurry—papers spilling from her arms, wobbling in heels she could barely walk in, hair wild and unkempt. The moment she saw him, she found her anchor in the chaos. Yet despite his best efforts, she remained a jittery mess.

Descending the stairs back to reality, he locked his eyes on her, trying to focus. And then it happened—in the blink of an eye.

Bollywood might slow down a scene like this, stretching time to infinity, but in reality, it was over in a snap. Still, they could swear it lasted longer. As she fell, his only instinct was to protect her—not caring that he might fall too, not caring that his freshly dry-cleaned blazer would be dirty. When the dust settled, both were sprawled on the landing of the staircase.

She had expected an injury, and she would have been right—had it not been for the hand cradling her head, saving it from smashing against the concrete. He lay beside her, eyes scanning her for signs of injury.

When they got up, he began to scold her, his eyes filled with concern and love. But all she could think of was how cute he looked—and how lucky she was.

IV.

Her hands and legs couldn't stop shaking with excitement. He'd been smiling all day, a radiant glow on his features.

Call it delusion, but the sunlight seemed brighter that day. When she reached their meeting spot, it was empty. He was late. Somehow, waiting there felt more excruciating than when they were 900 kilometers apart. At least then, there was a clear distance; now, it was just a meager 5 kilometers.

He was colourblind, yet every mundane colour seemed aglow. Poor boy, shuffling his steps, the driver of his ride opting to drive unusually slow—or perhaps it was just his racing mind. As soon as the vehicle stopped, he paid and rushed out. The distance between him and her decreased with each step he took.

When he finally saw her, tears glistened in her eyes, but their faces lit up with smiles that could rival the sun. In a split second, she was in his arms, her arms going around his neck, just like always. They hugged each other as close as humanly possible, enveloped in warmth and comfort, a reunion long overdue—was this what heaven felt like?

Few words were exchanged, yet the two particular pairs of eyes spoke volumes. Needless to say, they had to say goodbye with faces as red as beetroots (from joy, of course!).

Nearly two and a half months. Seventy-three days. One thousand seven hundred sixty-three hours. And finally, home was something tangible—not just a moving image on a phone screen.

[urlocalbone]

Fhuchka Or momo?

FUCHKA OMFG/and also this very specific fuchka shop in dhaka new market i refuse otherwise

[khush-chronicles]

Day 27/45 (02.02.2024)

-DID GREAT ON THE EXAM YOOO HOOOO!!!!!

-Went on an "adventure" after exam. Bought cake pops, a croissant. Bought a book, had "fuchka" and came back home with a grape juice, and two pretty pens (melody and kuromj)

-Rested a bit and had to start studying very soon. Because tomorrow another exam!! (Loife socks)

[dove-da-birb]

Meet Prem Bashar

The Picrew used was TOON ME! &lt;<A>> by @/hellosunnycore.

Name; Prem Bashar

Other names; Just Prem

Birthday; August 31 (Virgo)

Age; 16

Height; 170 cm

Dominant hand; Right

Gender; Cis male

Pronouns; He/Him

Sexuality; Grey-ace

Romantic Orientation; Biromantic

Hobbies; Playing the keyboard

Pet Peeve; Loud chewing sounds

Favourite Food; Fuchka

Least Favourite Food; Pickled mango 

Talent; Memorizing sheet music [mixture of classical & cursed]

Languages; English, Bengali

MBTI; ISFP

Other; ADD, braces

Best Subject; Music

Club; Light Music Club

Secondary Dorm; Heartslabyul (if he had magic)

Friends; Cater, Kalim, Lilia, Silver

Other Information~

The "Yuu" for Savanaclaw's chapter.

Prem was STRESSED when Yusra went missing, he is super protective of his older sister so yeah, he isn't happy when he finds out he was switched for her. He at first tries to stay at a distance with others, but Cater catches wind that he can play the keyboard and he's roped into Light Music Club. Much like his sister, he adapts quickly, but is still peeved about the situation.

Unlike Yusra, he is not a fan of spiders. Listen, he found a massive one living in his favourite house slippers so YES he can be scared of them. Also Bengali-Australian, but yeah, big ass spiders are a no-no for him. He does sometimes doubt his abilities but pushes forward. If Yusra was able to survive in this weird Disney dimension, so can he!

If he were sorted into a proper dorm, the mirror would have placed him in Heartslabyul; he follows his own morals very tightly and won't compromise them. This really comes out when he's trying to get down a song on the keyboard, as he wants it to be perfect; even if it is a meme song. Tried playing Lilia's bagpipes once and likes to use it as a leveraging piece against Ace.

He also has a kalimba, basically a handheld piano, that he likes to play in between classes. He actually meet Lilia this way, as Silver had fallen asleep behind the tree where he was practicing. He does enjoy hanging out with his extroverted friends, but he needs to get away from the chaos, and Silver doesn't push him to talk. They often just sit in silence as Prem plays his kalimba.

He CANNOT stand loud chewing sounds; got the classic misophonia. His eye twitches and he has to leave the room. Will throw food at Ace if he decides to do it on purpose. He often wears a blue pearl pin that matches Yusra's hijab pin. His personal style is very casual, he doesn't really have any staple colours that he gravitates towards though. He doesn't wear bands in his braces but thinks the bright-coloured ones are cute.

Also likes cats, and his favourite movie as a kid was The Aristocats, hence why the two family cats are named Berlioz and Toulouse. Also likes to hang behind in Trein's class due to Lucius, but also to ask the professor about how Yusra was doing when she got stuck here. He doesn't have a strong opinion about Crowley.

Bonus fits!