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[folklorecollcetions]

7 Must-Have Outfit Ideas for Vibrant Holi Celebration

Holi, the festival of colors, is a time of joy and celebration marked by vibrant hues, festive treats, and a sense of togetherness. Choosing the perfect outfit adds to the excitement of the occasion, allowing you to revel in the festivities while looking stylish and comfortable. Here are seven must-have outfit ideas to make your Holi celebration even more colorful

[maansi-healthy-living]

Celebrate Holi Safely Without Worrying About Anything - Here's How! 

[udaasibharikoihaseendaastan]

Gujia khaane se zyada banane mai maza aati hai meko

[okbutwhy-rebooted]

ISRO LANDED CHANDRAYAAN 3 HELL YEAH!!!!!

THE FUCKING SPACESHIP LANDED!!!!

YEAAASSSS CONGRATULATIONS TO INDIA, ISRO AND FELLOW DESIS!!!!!!!

JAI HIND!!!!!

[siriusblack-the-third]

Hey I absolutely adore your Indian James headcanons can you do some for Harry too please <33

Okay this got too long so it's only Harry's first year at Hogwarts. At some point I might do the rest of his years but yeah. Here you go, i hope you like it :)

The first time Harry noticed his skin was darker than the people on Privet Drive was when he was four. The first time he noticed people sneered at him for it was when he was five and a half. He didn't understand it; why did they think the colour of his skin meant that he was inferior to them? He heard the words chee-chee and brownie thrown around like Dudley threw his food, and quietly pulled his shirt tighter around himself.

When Harry is eight, Dudley and his gang throw him in a ditch and throw dirt and soil on him till he's coughing and tears are running down his face. "You blend right into the mud," Piers laughs at him. The next day, the boy turns up to school with black skin. Harry sits in the corner and turns his face away, a secret grin playing on his lips.

He comes to Hogwarts, and there are so many colours. He is approached by Parvati on the second night, and she asks him if he's excited for Ganpati Chaturthi. He stares at her, and then says, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what that is." She gets offended, but they haltingly talk it out, awkward and stilted like most eleven year olds. When she realises that he's been kept from his heritage and his magic, she flies off the rails with anger. "That's it," she says, "we're friends now. No arguments."

Harry loves talking to Parvati. She's the one that tells him his father was from India. She's the one that tells him the names of his grandparents, that tells him of the importance of heritage in the magical world. They talk about religion and food and all sorts of things, and within two weeks Harry is asking her to teach him Marathi. It's hard at first; the grammar structure is more like French than English, the alphabet sequence is weird and complicated and has too many letters, but he keeps practising his svar and vyanjana and kana and matra. He will do this, he tells himself. (He doesn't tell Ron. He wants this for himself, he thinks. His family, his heritage. He wants to learn before he shares, and so he doesn't tell Ron. For now. He will, when he knows enough.)

Slowly, he starts talking to other Indian kids at Hogwarts. Padma, a seventh year Slytherin named Aarzoo who's Muslim and always has the prettiest hijabs, Gryffindor Kalyani from fourth year and Hufflepuff Rushabh from the third. Kalyani is from Maharashtra just like the Patil twins and Harry, Rushabh is from Gujarat and Aarzoo from Punjab. Harry finds it fascinating that India has so many different cultures and religions, and demands knowledge from them. Aarzoo laughs, and tells him he should have been with the 'Claws.

Harry disagrees. He was supposed to be in Slytherin, he knows, but he is in Gryffindor, where his family had been. His family had been Indian. He wants to know everything about it. If he couldn't have his parents, he would have that which had been a major part of his father's life. And so he reads and observes and studies and asks questions— hesitating at first in case they yell at him (Aunt Petunia hated questions and he feared these people would be the same), but slowly he asks more and more. He talks for hours with Kalyani and Rushabh, and they tell him about Garba and Dhol Tasha, Ganpati Chaturthi and Diwali, Eid and Gudi Padwa. They talk about the languages of India, and Harry immediately asks Aarzoo to teach him Urdu and Hindi. She laughs, and says he should focus on Marathi first. He pouts, but nods.

The Mirror of Erised shows him his father, and he can't take his eyes off. James Potter is a tall man, bulky frame covered in muscles and warm brown skin that seems to glow with happiness. His eyes are light brown, and the bold black lines drawn under them make the green specks stand out. He's dressed in what Harry knows is called a kurta, white and gold threads woven to form images of peacocks and elephants and other intricate designs. The next day, Harry asks Padma what she lines her eyes with, and she promptly hands him a little round metal box and a tiny wooden stick. "It's called kajal." She tells him the differences in pronunciation between Hindi and Marathi, and shows him how to apply it. Harry wears it everyday. It makes his eyes look bright, brighter than they already are, and he falls in love with it. Kalyani presses a kajal covered finger behind his ear every morning. "For good luck," she tells him, a grin playing on her pretty lips. Harry flushes, and smiles back shyly.

For Christmas, Aarzoo gives him perfume. It's chandan and mogra with hints of rose, she says, "and your grandfather made it. His name was Fleamont Henry Potter, and he was an exceptionally talented potioneer." Harry wears it religiously. Padma and Parvati band together and get him books on the Potter family and their historical importance, and he almost cries. Rushabh promises to teach him how to play Garba, and Kalyani gives him a cookbook for everyday Indian foods— breakfast and lunch and a few fancy stuff. Harry hugs it to his chest and thanks her with shining eyes. (he may have a bit of a crush on her. He can't help it— she's really smart, and she's pretty.)

Throughout the year, all of them work to introduce him to Indian food. At first, he thinks it will be easy. It is not. There is no such cuisine named Indian, Parvati tells him sternly. There is Punjabi, South Indian, Mughlai, Maharashtrian, North Indian, Bihari, Bengali and so many more. "The food in India changes with every twenty kilometres of travel," Aarzoo says when he mock complains about it. "It's never the same, and that's what makes it so special." He agrees.

The end of the year arrives, and Harry is still weak from his tryst down the trapdoor. When Ron and Hermione aren't present, his friends from home (because that's what India is, isn't it? His home. The home he never got to see, but is no less a part of him.) crowd around his hospital bed and have long talks with him, filled with banter and laughter. His Marathi is so much better now than it was in September, and he blushes when Kalyani compliments him on it. Rushabh winks at him, and Harry throws a pillow at him, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks at being caught out.

On the last day of school, he hugs Aarzoo around the waist and cries into her stomach. It's the first time he calls her "Aarzoo Tai", and she smiles widely, her own eyes dripping tears. "You will write," she says sternly, "okay? This might be the end of my Hogwarts years, but you are my little brother." He cries harder and nods, refuses to let go until the very last minute.

Harry goes back to Privet Drive with a heavy heart and a proud smile. He isn't inferior to the people there, he knows. He's special. He's Indian. He's James Potter's son, and he's going to live up to it.

[midzindagicrisis]

Deva made me realise that I indeed do like dilfs covered in blood ☝️

[venux777]

u guys don’t know how excited i was when rayni was introduced

[manincaffeine]

Wishing you a vibrant and joyful Holi 💛❤️💙💜💚 to All my desi mutuals

May the light of knowledge and the warmth of Agni fill your life with happiness and prosperity. Let's celebrate the colors of unity and love. Happy Holi! 💛🔥

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Mawa Gujiya Recipe (Karanji)

Gujiya is a traditional Indian sweet made especially on the occasion of Holi. Learn tried and tested gujiya recipe in a few simple steps.

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[natkhat-sa-shyam]

"कुछ नहीं है भाई, सिर्फ गुलाल है तु बाहर आजा"

Is the reason why i still have trust issues as an adult..

[jukti-torko-golpo]

শুভ দোল পূর্ণিমা &

Happy Holi

May the hues of happiness overwhelm the shades of sadness.

[shutupbani]

holi with only colours>>>>

[kibutsulove]

yall can’t possibly fathom fw-ing ozai on the same level as I

[shadowseductress]

bathing in holi colors >>>

[paintaya]

I'VE BEEN MEANING TO ASK YOU THAT ACTUALLY

It was revealed in leaks that it seems burning spice is gonna be based on Indian culture, this guesses by names of things and some drawings

Really wanted to ask you how u felt and how excited you'd be!

IM GONNA KILL MYSELF

((;bro i hit the tag limit screaming this is so fucked up JustnknowW JUSTTT KNOW. IM PUNCHING THE AIR EXTREMELY HARD RN GOOD GOD. GOOD GODDD!!!!!! Oh my goddd. Ohhhh my god

[autismmydearwatson]

BTW Jews will always know more about their own scriptures than any "intellectual" antitheist ever will. A Buddhist will always know more about Buddha than any antitheist ever will. A Hindu will always know their own gods better than any antitheist ever will. A Muslim especially will always know more about Islam than any outsider. It's not for outsiders to judge another's religion, culture, or beliefs. You are not superior simply because you're non-religious