#gupchup

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Even if I ate stomach full

never will there ever be a moment where i refuse to consume pani puri.

[desiindianfood]

Panipuri Recipe

[tinartss]

those two tipsy aunties gossiping in the corner of the function except they’re grown men 

(inspired by this tweet on twt!)

[pyaari-naari]

Pyari naari bhot pyariiii !!!👉🏻🌹👈🏻

Hayeee 🥹🫶🏻

Thenku 🤧 aur ye gulaab ka phool mere liye 🥺🥺

Tumhare 🫵🏻 liye pyaare pyaare tulips! 🌷

[desiblr-gapshap]

दिलबर है दिलकश है दिलदार नज़ारे हैं... आज ज़मीन पर उतरे कितने सितारे है... अट्लो होश ना मी दानम हम है दिल है और जानम... बस दीवानगी दीवानगी... दीवानगी है ना कोई रहे सम रहे पर ये इलज़ाम लगे किसपर बस दीवानगी दीवानगी दीवानगी है...

All Hot Girls/Boys Put Your Hands Up and Say... "it's time for gapshap!!!"

🎊Have a cup of गपशप with us🎊

It's not just a blog. It's a show we created for you to live your fake scenarios.Yes we know you pretend to be in interview in your fake scenarios.

Our "Desiblr-gapshap" is the best place to enjoy your favorite snake- oops snacks as you eat and scroll.

Yes It's a sign don't entertain snakes in your life, let us do that. We will entertain you well. You gave so many chances to wrong person to fuck up your mental health so why don't you give us a chance and let us fix your mood? even though you couldn't fix them. So give us a chance. Period.

We bring stars of desiblr here to show you what kind of blogs they run and what they are like. No matter if they are well known or unknown.

If you want to connect with different people of desiblr and desi side of tumblr, you're at the right place.

There will be an amazing question and answer session as well as a discussion on different fun topics.

Feel free to DM us if you want to have an appearance in our show.

There will be:

Interview.

Desiblr gossip corner.

Thread of discussion on literature. (Poems, quotes, stories or any work which touched many hearts.)

Fun banters with mutuals.

Different events we elaborated on @desi-gapshap-announcement to know more check out our pinned intro post.

And many more things as our page will grow and we will come up with new new ideas for your मनोरंजन.

Caution!!! Do not send hate ANONS or else we will just block you and won't respond to you!

Porn blogs, blank blogs, hate blog and any kind of hater will be blocked immediately.

Important: To know more details check these blogs out. There are intro posts and instructions there as well.

@desi-gapshap-announcement (main announcement blog)

@alhad-titli (host) @masalalala-chaii (host)

Check out our tags we tagged below for specific topic.

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[ramayantika]

Iconic Bollywood women but make it aesthetic

Madhubala

Writes letters, silver jhumke, light coloured flowy kurtis, reads poetry, loves jalebis, has the most beautiful smile, gentle soul, doesn't know how many people fall for her, loves children, moon gazing, dreams of living in an haveli, night time existential crisis, wants to twirl in a white anarkali while someone showers marigold petals, black and white Bollywood movies, falls in loves deeply, stores every small memoir of her friends and loved ones.

Rekha

Desi dark feminine energy, has the most updated wardrobe, blessed with wit and sarcasm, center of attention in a room full of people, best dressed, piercing eyes that gaze deep into your soul, laughs loud and hard, silk sarees, gajra in her hair and wrists, walks like a queen, rarely posts on social media, highly intimidating, eats the spiciest pani puri/gupchup/golgappa, Miss Popular, will turn you breathless with a side glance.

Sridevi

Literal embodiment of sunshine but hides her inner feelings, secretly in love with a boy in her neighbourhood, wears colouful bindis and juttis, has learnt singing and dancing, loves sitting beside ponds and rivers, possesses mischevious eyes, you can never be angry on her, can transform into an outspoken diva within seconds, acts like a heroine in her room or when home alone.

Madhuri

Has a proper skin care routine, loves chocolates, loves eating achaar, light lipsticks, the most graceful in the room, fake scenarios expert, blushes easily, hates waking up early, plant mother, loves playing with puppies, makes birthday cards for everyone, breezy outfits, has the best thumkas to rock a wedding sangeet, warm hugs and forehead kisses.

Aishwarya

Owns too many sarees and desi outfits, gold jewellery, perfectionist, artist but chose science, loves reading about history, philosophy and space, a hidden genius, your school/college crush, can and will beat you in a debate, gajra supremacy, has a pretty voice, should be a model, loves winter, holds hands under the bench, winks and steals your heart.

I know there and many more but abhi ke liye itna hi? Plij! Also do tell who else do you want to see so I can post them in the other parts.

[desiblr-tales]

golgappas are hollow puris filled with delicious filling and flavoured water.

[misssclumsy]

There's should be an option for momos like we have for gupchup's "bhaiya ek sukha wala de dena"

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

2 questions:

How do you think pani puri (correct name gupchup) works in the Pixar cars universe?

And 2 what is the most cursed shit you've seen on the internet?

Pani puri in Pixar cars what.....

Uh ..we better not talk about that. Things that people consider disgusting and cursed are pretty much casual to me atp

[buttercupspotify]

Poll of the week 😋😩 :

[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.

[anarkali-disco-chali]

y'all know??? bhilai me panipuri ko gupchup kehte hai

[pyaari-naari]

I am so sorry for the random question. But rn any blog I am visiting, if they are Indian, I am just asking one single question, and here is yours:

Pani puri Or Momo?

This has to be the toughest ask I've ever received.

I'll go with Momos!