#made a bad dosa again

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killed another angel made another bad dosa

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Romantic with Sado, please! Reader is a another game character, weak, silent, He/Him. Not Angst

Jailbreak 

Sado x Reader

     You never thought you would be in the npc detention center. You didn’t even know what you did wrong. Your memories are nothing but a blur, every time you get a snippet of the past you’re greeted with more questions than answers. You can’t even remember the game you came from. You were wearing some sort of circus outfit but that didn’t help to ease your confusion. Everyone else could remember what game they came from so why couldn’t you? 

You hated it here. All you could do was sit around in your cell and listen to your cellmates talk. It gave you such a headache to hear them all talk at once, screaming and banging on the blue force fields that kept them within their cells. 

It wasn’t unusual to see Irving roaming the halls and acting as a warden. You doubted anyone could leave this place and he made it very clear what would happen if they tried but he still patrolled regularly to make sure no one was planning to cause trouble. He walked with one hand behind his back and the other on his earpiece. The most entertainment you got was listening to him talk to people over the earpiece and even that was boring. 

“Yes I got her. There should be no evidence left that Dosa’s game ever existed.” A game being deleted? You lean closer and press your ear up to the front of your cell. Maybe you can’t remember your game because it was deleted. Irving starts to walk away from your area and it’s harder to hear what he’s saying. You can make out very few words.

“Game breaking…npc hostage…lured…” 

He starts walking your way so you move away and keep your head down. He doesn’t even seem to know you were there, you wonder if he would even care if you’re listening or not. “So keep an eye on her, she’s smarter than she looks. Once we’re sure that she is secured with no chance of escape we can get rid of him, there’s no point in keeping him here.” Irving slams his fist against your cell, causing you to flinch back. There was no reason for him to do that other than to mess with you. This wasn’t the first time he’s done something like this and he only seems to do it to you. 

Someone else is being detained here? But where? You don’t see any new faces. Whoever “she” is, she must be at the very end of the hallways in the cell that has the most security. This new prisoner must have done something really bad. 

And who was Irving talking about? Whoever was the topic of conversation was unlucky as your wannabe warden made it very clear that they wouldn’t be alive for very long. You shuddered at the thought of that. No one that had been locked up had deserved to die. Being a video game character was hard, if you do even one thing out of script you’ll be punished harshly. 

He’s no longer talking but he’s still patrolling. You’re starting to get irritated by the sound his tacky dress shoes made against the sleek floors. You wonder if he has some sort of personal vendetta against you because he’s right in front of your cell again. 

“I bet you feel pretty small in there.” Does he just like picking on you in particular? He ignores everyone else. It’s not like you’ve done anything to him, you haven’t uttered a single word to him. “You want out, right? I bet if you ask your friend for help she’ll let you out.” You lift your head up to look at him. Your friend? You have no clue who he’s talking about. You can hardly remember who you are let alone any people you might have known in the past. If you were braver you would have questioned his words but you just lowered your head down again, assuming that he was just trying to get to your head. 

In reality, he was trying to get into Sado’s head. With how powerful she is he’s unsure if she’s capable of freeing herself from her shackles. Normally you don’t try to provoke a powerful force like her but Irving has a sizable ego which makes him think he’s untouchable. 

He knows that you don’t remember Sado but Sado remembers you. And you ended up being the perfect bait to catch a normally allusive entity like she was. Who would have guessed that her kryptonite would be such a person like yourself? There’s no disturbance on her end so maybe she really can’t escape her confinements. Irving can’t spend his whole day tormenting you so he takes his leave. 

Everything has quieted down for now and so you sit in your cell, your finger drawing invisible patterns on the ground out of sheer boredom. 

The sound of electricity crackling fills your ears. That wasn’t a sound you were familiar with. Then you hear the commotion of your fellow npc’s as a dark void draws near, ready to consume everything in its wake. You defensively curl up into a ball in the corner of your cell. You close your eyes with your hands on each side of your head. Is this really it? Are you meant to spend your last moments in confusion? 

Click! Click! Click! 

That’s a familiar sound to you, the sound of someone’s shoes against the hard floors. It doesn’t sound as heavy as Irving’s footsteps. Slowly, you lift your head up. There’s darkness right outside your cell but it doesn’t dare enter. The voices of the others are gone. Your cell door opens but the darkness doesn’t spill in. 

You stand up and go the very edge of your cell. You’re afraid but there’s no point in keeping yourself cooped up in there. This may be your chance to escape. You have to hype yourself up but you stick your hand out of your cell and into the darkness just to see what happens. The void rips itself apart to make way for your hand. You shakily inhale and step out completely. It’s like an invisible force field prevents the darkness from swallowing you up like it did all the others but why? What’s so special about you? 

The darkness continues to split itself down the middle until you can see a figure down the hallway. This dark clothed silhouette walks over to you slowly, as if savoring each step of her introduction. Naturally, you should feel afraid of a stranger in the darkness approaching you with such a cheshire grin but you don’t. Something in your heart is telling you that everything is going to be okay. You almost feel nostalgic in the strangest way. 

Now she’s right in front of you. She’s so close but you don’t feel the need to shy away like you do with other people. Her smile is uncanny and her eyes are unblinking but you feel safe right now. 

“You don’t remember me?” 

You’ve never been much of a talker. The only thing you can do is nod. 

“That’s a pity.” She takes another step towards you. You’re so close that if she takes another step you’ll be touching. “And yet…you didn’t run away. You know you’re important to me, don’t you?” 

You nod once more. How can her words mean nothing but everything at the same time? 

She tilts her head to the side. A pale hand slowly goes to your face as if she’s trying not to startle you. Black fingernails gently graze your cheek but you hardly feel them. Is this the one Irving was talking about? The one that was such a threat she was locked away with maximum security? But she seems so gentle. 

“I’m not too worried about it. I’ll get us out of here and we can work on jogging your memories together. I wouldn’t mind falling in love with you all over again.” Her expression is still the same but her eyes look glossy and you can’t if it’s because she’s happy or sad. Her voice doesn’t much inflection in it. 

It feels like there’s a hand pressing on your chest and it makes your eyes water. You’ve never heard such words before. You never thought someone could look at you so tenderly. You slowly reach your hand out to hers but then the whole building shakes. You would have fallen over if not for the hands that steady you. 

“Well would you look at that, they finally showed up. They’re behind schedule.” Before you can question her she turns to face you. “You have two choices. You can let the space marines save you or you can come with me. We’ll see each other again no matter what you choose.” Sado was going to wait for one of them to free her but they had came too late. All she had to do was lead one of them to the Hex Artifact. Unfortunately she couldn’t complete the ritual on her own. If she wanted to get you both to the real world she would have to let them take the artifact. 

You grab Sado’s hand, making your choice clear. Her hand tightens around yours. “You made a good choice. Stay close to me, we won’t part ever again.”

[jeriflory]

Rava Dosa Recipe

A famous south indian dosa recipe made with semolina, rice flour and regular flour. The semolina dosa hitter is thinner than the traditional rice based dosa player which makes fresh and flaky dosas. It can be served at any function, but it is usually served for breakfast with spicy kara chutney and vegetable kurma. Rava Dosa Recipe is a breakfast staple for most south indians. There are innumerable ways of making these dosas and they can be made with different flavors which include different dry flavors and vegetables. one such fresh and flaky dosa recipe is onion rava dosa or semolina dosa which is known for its thin and permeable surface.  In any case, i have been getting a lot of inquiries time and again regarding the freshness and how to achieve it in non stick tawa. In my previous post I used my cast iron tawa which was the essential justification for a fresh dosa. in this post i have shown a similar recipe with non stick and get fresh and crispy sooji dosa. Dosa has to be cooked on low flame. in addition, i have added 1 tbsp of hard curd which helps the dosa to get a wonderful refreshing variation. moreover, despite the fact that this recipe is promoted as temporary, letting the dosa mixture rest for about 20 minutes gives best results for fresh onion rava dosa. Furthermore, I might like to add some additional tips and ideas to make amazing fresh moment Rava Dosa Recipe. i,first and foremost, would suggest adding bombay sooji or medium semolina to this recipe. try not to try to make this with bansi or even thick rava or chiroti rava as it may lead to saturated dosa. in addition, dosa batter is crucial for this recipe. It should be watery like neer dosa and you should pour dosa like water on tawa. Lastly, the key stunt for a fresh result is that the tawa is super hot when you insert the dosa player. When the player is added, immediately reduce the intensity and bake it until it starts to leave the container.   Ingredients for Instant Rava Dosa Recipe:- ½ cup semolina ½ cup rice flour ¼ cup maida / plain flour 1 tbsp thick curd 1 teaspoon salt 4 cups water 1 finely chopped chili 1 inch finely chopped ginger ½ teaspoon crushed black pepper 1 tsp cumin few curry leaves, finely chopped 2 tbsp chopped coriander leaves 1 finely chopped onion (optional) oil for frying   How to make Instant Rava Dosa Recipe:- 1. To make this quick Rava Dosa recipe, we need to take a big mixing bowl. 2. Now put semolina, rice flour and maida in the bowl. 3. Now add curd, salt and water as required in the same bowl. 4. Now everyone has to mix well and mix well, mix it properly so that there is no lump. 5. Now add chili, ginger, crushed black pepper, cumin, chopped curry leaves, green coriander and 1 onion. 6. Now add some more water to it and prepare the batter by looking at the consistency. 7. Now keep the batter aside for at least 20-25 minutes. 8. After this stir the batter again. Now your batter is ready for dosa. 9. Now we have to take the dosa griddle and heat the griddle. 10. When the griddle gets hot, grease the griddle with oil and after that sprinkle salt water on the griddle. 11. Now we have to take tissue paper and clean the griddle with tissue paper. 12. Now the flame has to be medium and while stirring the batter, spread it evenly on the pan. 13. The holes in the dosa have to be left as they are, don't fill them, otherwise the shape of the dosa will look bad. 14. Now cook on medium flame till it becomes crisp and golden. 15. Now your dosa is ready. Now with the help of a spatula, the dosa has to be removed from the griddle and folded. 16. Now this is your instant Rava Dosa recipe is ready. You can eat it with any sambar or chutney, it tastes amazing, must try it once. For more information visit the link: https://cookingkhajana.in/rava-dosa-recipe/                        

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Love Me Blue | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Vaaranam Aayiram)

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Summary: This night was surely a dream come true. 

Word Count: 2000+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tamilian!Hindu!Reader, Sam Wilson

Warnings: References to Hinduism, Death, PTSD, Civil War & Endgame References.

A/N: This is my entry for @bucky-smiles​‘s 3K Diversity Writing Challenge! My prompt was to write a fic with a Hindu reader. I decided to write this fic with a Tamilian reader because I am Tamilian. I was born in Sri Lanka and my mother’s side of the family are Hindu. Although I consider myself an agnostic theist, I do enjoy reading the epics of Mahabharata and Ramayana. Pic from Pinterest! <3 Divider by @whimsicalrogers​!

Back in the 1940s, Bucky had always made it a habit to check out the Stark Expo. Having been interested in the sciences from a very young age, he had often been rather fascinated by the genius of Howard Stark - at least, until things had taken a turn for the worst once he had joined the war. He still remembered the last Stark Expo he had attended. It had been the night before he was to be shipping out to England for the war, and he had dragged Steve out to celebrate; he had also invited two girls to be their dates. 

Seeing Howard Stark present a prototype of a flying car that night had been quite the surreal experience. Sure, the Barnes family had been wealthy enough to own a car during the Great Depression and all. But nothing could ever live up to the sheer excitement of witnessing a flying car.  

Well, almost nothing. 

“You never mentioned that you could drive a flying car…” The man teased as he saw you enter the pocket park after parking Lola. 

“You never asked.” You responded, a cheeky grin plastered across your lips as you made your way over to him. 

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” 

“Me?” You quirked your eyebrow at his words. “Are you seriously telling me that I’m the one who’s full of surprises? You’ve been full of surprises all day, Bucky.”

“Guilty as charged.” Bucky beamed, stepping over to kiss you on your cheek. “You look lovely, Y/N. Let me guess, a new dress?”

That cheeky bastard. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You commented, having noticed that he had finally managed to cut his hair off, and he was dressed in the finest velvet suit that matched the blue of your dress. “I’ve got to admit. You clean up really nice.” 

“I’m glad you could make it.” He told you once he pulled back. “Welcome to the Stork Club.” 

You could not help but let out a soft giggle at that. When Sam had told you to ‘follow the music’, you had not understood what he must have meant at first. But it hadn’t taken you that long to realize that Bucky had referred to the music that had always been playing in your heart. You had followed your heart, and it had led you right towards Paley Park. 

“So, this is where the playboys of the 40s used to dance the nights away, huh?” You asked him as you stepped towards him, gently throwing your arms over his neck as you took it all in. 

It was a rather warm summer’s night, and New York City was as busy as ever. But with the noise cancelling atmosphere in this pocket park, you somehow felt at ease. It felt as though you were standing on a piece of history, as the Stork Club had been one of the famous clubs during the time of the Great Depression and the years that followed. But being here with Bucky was the most surreal experience of all. Perhaps this was how calming Radha had felt when she followed Krishna’s music out to the forest - calm, relaxed, and madly in love with the man who had led her there. 

“Yeah, this is it.” Bucky responded with a chuckle, his metal hand resting on your hip while his other hand moved to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “So, may I have this dance?” 

And so, the two of you had danced the night away, under the stars in a rather tiny pocket park in Manhattan, to the music that played in your hearts. While it was not the most romantic first date out there, it was more than enough for the two of you. You had to have your own Rasleela with the man you had fallen in love with, and Bucky had finally taken a girl out to dance as he did during the 1940s. 

The two of you returned to the compound just around midnight, having strolled around Manhattan for a little longer, and taking in how busy it was in the city that never sleeps. Bucky had spent most of the night spitting out historical facts about the multiple buildings you’d walked past, and you could not help but admire the fact that you were indeed on a date with a historical figure.  

If Natasha were alive right now, you were sure that she would have teased you about your obsession with history, and how it had caused you to date the man you had written your thesis on. Perhaps if the rest of the team found out about it, they too would refuse to pass up the chance to pull your leg about it. 

Thankfully, by the time you had returned, they were all asleep. It was just you and Bucky, alone in the common kitchen, just like the many nights you had shared together before. But this time, it was not because you could not sleep through the night. It was because you did not want to sleep, or accept the fact that this night had to come to an end somehow. 

Once this night ended, you knew that you had to return to reality. The reality of leading the Avengers until Nick Fury decides to return and free you from your duties; whether he was returning was still a doubt. 

The reality was also working with the newly established GRC to deal with the many individuals who had been displaced due to the Blip. While diplomacy had always been your first choice in your career, it was safe to say that you were starting to enjoy working amongst the earth’s mightiest heroes once again. 

And speaking of diplomacy, there was something else that you really needed to get off of your chest... something that you had been meaning to tell Bucky for a while now. 

“I wish my father could see me right now.” You told him with a sigh as the two of you snuck into the common kitchen to finish up some of your leftover dosa batter. “I wish my father could see that I’ve managed to make a life for myself after he left me.” 

Bucky nodded as he sighed, understanding all too well about the loss you had been dealing with. “I’m sure your father’s watching you from wherever he is, and he’s proud of you for being the best boss lady the Avengers have ever seen.” Mixing up the batter as you wait for the pan to heat up.

You could not help but chuckle at that. “It’s funny how you say that.” Seriously, it was ironic. 

“Do you miss him a lot?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do. I miss him… every day. He wasn’t just my father, you know? He was my role model, my mentor. I looked up to him. I wanted to be like him.”

“How did he pass?” He asked. “If you wouldn’t mind me asking…” There was a slight hesitancy that he noticed when you turned your head away from him for a moment, and he could not help but wonder why. 

Sam had mentioned to him that your last mission with the Avengers had been in Lagos, and that you had left the compound soon after, as your father had passed away around that time. 

“The bombing in Vienna.” You muttered, feeling your eyes glaze over as you remembered that dreadful day. 

It did not take that long for Bucky to put two and two together. He was well aware that your father had been a diplomat, so it made sense that he would have been at the United Nations conference to sign the Sokovia Accords when the bomb had gone off. “I… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know...” He told you as he frowned, now understanding why you had given your kind regards to the Wakandan royal family. 

It was for the role they had played in putting Zemo behind bars.

“N-No, Bucky… it wasn’t your fault.” You told him with a sigh, leaning over to wrap your arms around his neck. “It wasn’t your fault. I know that now.”

That last statement almost came out as a whisper. After all, you had blamed him for your father's death, along with the rest of the world that had accused him of bombing the United Nations conference. Hell, you had even fought with Steve because of it. It was a time you did not want to recall, as you now knew that you were in the wrong. 

“You thought I killed your father, didn’t you?” He asked you, his eyes glazing over as he remembered those days. Although Shuri and her team had managed to remove HYDRA’s programming from his mind, all of the memories, the trauma and the guilt were very much there for him; he was yet to start working on them. 

You could not help but nod in response to his question. “I did. I… I didn’t know then that I had been wrong about you. Steve and I… we were close. I was one of the first people he befriended after coming out of the ice. Every mission, every battle he fought… I was there every single time to fight alongside him. Even when Steve opposed the Accords, I agreed with him. I was even willing to go against my own father. Hell, I even tried to talk him out of signing. I tried to stop him from going to Vienna, but he wouldn’t listen. He…”

Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you as he let out a sigh. “So, is that why you left? Because opposing the Accords had cost you your father’s life?”

You nodded as you rested your head against his shoulder, letting out a sigh as you accepted his comfort. “Yeah, I did. I left because I didn’t see a point in fighting anymore. I couldn’t do it, not when my father was dead. I felt like it was my fault. I could have tried harder to talk him out of it. I could have stopped him from going to Vienna, but I didn’t… and now he’s dead.” You explained. “I never even got to say goodbye to him.” 

He continued to hold you for a moment as you cried, knowing that you must have been holding onto this guilt for several years now. If anything, he understood that guilt himself. “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N.” He told you once he pulled back from the embrace, his thumbs brushing off your tears.  

Wiping away the remainder of your tears, you turned over to pour the dosa batter in the pan. “Yeah, well… that makes two of us.” 

He wrapped his arms around you once again, resting his chin against your shoulder. “If it wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t your fault either, okay?” 

You nodded. “Yeah…” You agreed, for you knew that he was right. “You know, for the longest time, I believed that you were the guy who killed my father, that you were the reason why I fought with Steve, that you were the reason why my life as I knew it was gone…” You admitted, grabbing the oil and drizzling it in the pan. “But now I know that I got to know you, I know that you’re… you’re not who HYDRA had made you out to be. Under all of that brainwashing and… pain, you’re a really nice guy, Bucky. You’re kind and thoughtful. You’re…” 

“The Krishna to your Radha?” Bucky cut you off with a soft chuckle, his metal hand rubbing up and down your arms.  

You nodded as you laughed. “Yeah, that you are.” You admitted, not just to him but also to yourself. 

Eventually, that night did come to an end. After all, the two of you were exhausted from your date and having stuffed yourselves with a late night snack, it was only fair to retreat to your respective living quarters. 

It was the first night in a while that Bucky Barnes was able to sleep in his own bed without any nightmares, as he was now dreaming of the life he would get to live with you. 

You had  a dream that night too. A dream that Andal had described that she had of when Lord Krishna had come to marry her:  

Vaaranam aayiram soozha valam vandhu,

Naarana Nambi nadakkindraan yendredhir,

Poorana pokudam vaithu, puramengum,

Thoranam naatta kana kanden thozhi, naan. 

The only difference was that it wasn’t Krishna who had come to marry you in your dreams. 

It was Bucky. 

[winniethepooh11062003]

6 april khat advice

my dear khat is quite mad at me today. i made her feel bad yesterday, and i really shouldn't have. i hope my dear slut forgives me. im sorry for overwhelming him. i know i shouldve been supporting him, but i panicked. and i regret being so harsh. khat has gone to eat breakfast. i think dosa. and i kept thinking about him from 3:30. woke up in a pool of cold sweat, the guilt and the remorse i felt choked me. i couldn't even move. i was caught in a web of my own bones, suffocating. i really wish i didnt project my anger on him. now he's hurt. i tried doing some research for his situation test. apparently you get three options, limited materials, and around 2.5 hours to complete it. ive read answers on quora and they all say to do the write up in the last 40 minutes. and they suggest to process the options and pick the best one, and think about it for 5 minutes. i know my slut will ace it. i hope she practices properly and gets into nift. god, i wish i could turn back time. and since you feel so bad, here's a little secret; no one is perfect. there are people who mess things up even more than you can even imagine. im not disregarding your sadness and state of worry, but khat, idhellam nadakradhu dhaan. you'll get used to it. trust me. nee idha manasula vechitae irundha your ability to do other things will diminish. leave it in the past. treat it as a mistake, learn from it, vow to never repeat it again. it takes time. nothing is perfect. do not think its easy. but it isn't unattainable. forgive yourself, and tell me how you feel about it. you will feel great.

[majestical]

can you go into any detail about why never have i ever isn't good? i really wanted to watch it, but if it's trash i don't wanna bother. thank you!!

alright I sat on this for a few hours so I could finish the rest of the show and write this in the morning and now it is morning. also there are going to be quite a few spoilers in here so just...do what you will with that knowledge i guess. also, if you still want to watch the show, I’m not gonna stop you. I binged the entire season yesterday and I have final exams next week. warning: this is super long.

ngl I was planning on just deleting the post you’re referring to, because at that point I had only watched half the season but I already saw a lot of things I didn't like: an Indian character who seemed a little ashamed of her heritage, too many pr*yanka ch*pra references, some strange and unnecessary ableism (i mean, all ableism is unnecessary but this particularly so), bad stereotypical Indian accents, the main character thirsting over white/white passing boys (this is Mindy's show, can you expect anything different?), and a disgusting amount of fatphobia (there is one fat character who is Devi’s age and his only personality traits are eating and making a fool of himself). 

the show also conflates indian and hindu a few too many times, even though there is a self-aware quip about it. and there’s a joke thrown in about m*di that *i guess* is supposed to show that this family at the least knows who the prime minister of india is? but with india’s current political situation and the knowledge of the atrocities committed by m*di I really did not like that a reference to him was thrown in there. I suppose it is an example of how the desi diaspora (particularly upper-caste, upper middle class Indians) are quite disconnected from the homeland, but like...does Mindy not watch the news? m*di literally committed genocide.

there’s also a lot of antisemitism. Devi’s academic rival, Ben, is introduced like a walking Jewish stereotype: just check out this post because op says it better than I could. there’s also a joke where Devi says out loud that she wishes Ben was killed by N*zis. I honestly don’t even know how that made it into the show and none of the context surrounding the joke is funny.

okay on to my personal qualms with the show. I wasn’t a fan of either of the love interests. neither of them really respected Devi as much as I would have liked, and personally, I found it tiring to see women/girls of color chase after men/boys who can’t reciprocate in the same way. I didn’t love how paxton (the cool jock love interest) kept leading Devi on and would then act aloof and I honestly would have preferred if Devi and ben hadn’t kissed, because I just prefer their frenemy dynamic over some potential romantic one. i also just could not relate to Devi at all...I was just too repressed in high school to relate to anything Devi does. she’s also just super unlikeable in the first eight episodes, but she kind of grew on me in the last two. I saw a comparison made between Devi coping with her grief with hypersexuality and the coping mechanisms used by the main character on Fleabag, which kind of made sense to me, even though they are pretty different shows otherwise. and she does get some comeuppance for her actions towards the end. even then, devi never really confronts her trauma directly, especially her paralysis, and her actions are excused too many times for comfort.

a lot of the storyline depended on teen romcom cliches, and were sort of excused because the main characters are poc. i wish this trend didn’t happen so often, especially when it comes to mainstream stories of young women and girls of color. i was also surprised that this show doesn’t really give much screentime to other indian kids that Devi might interact with. that would have been a much more three-dimensional approach to a show like this, but i also think this had to be sacrificed to keep up with the teen romcom aspect of the show. i was also not a fan of the will-schuester-wannabe history teacher. 

BUT (if you have been reading this much I sincerely applaud you) there were a few things I did like about the show. I loved Devi’s friends and honestly if I had her friends in tenth grade I would never ditch them for some boy. when I was a high school sophomore, I was closeted, had a musical theatre obsession, and ate dosas for dinner so I felt like a mix of all three of the girls. in fact, I found eleanor’s and fabiola’s storyline to be a lot more compelling that Devi’s at times. i even really enjoyed ben’s arc (and loved the andy samberg narration in his episode, especially because he pronounced Devi’s name with the soft “dh” sound...absolutely wonderful!). i thought fabiola’s coming-out scene was sweet (even though it was very textbook) and i thought eleanor being dramatic was very funny. 

in my opinion, the last two episodes were the best. we really got to dig deeper into Devi’s relationship with her mother and it was eerily reminiscent of my own. she gets told that she has to move to india because family is there, so she naturally fights with her mom and storms off. that literally happened to me (minus the running away part...I actually did end up moving to India in the middle of high school), and other moments like those just hit close to home and made me want to finish the show. i personally didn’t relate to the whole “am I indian or not Indian enough” struggle until I started living in india, but my indian friends who did go to high school in america were all too sympathetic to this struggle. 

so overall, there are some bad things and some good things about this show. if you relate to the premise of the show at all, you may like it more than I did, but if you were raised in india (which is the demographic that most of the criticism is coming from) or generally enjoy good writing, you probably won’t like this as much. i do hope that this show helps pave the way for some representation that brings more nuance to indian-american identity, and different types of indian-american identities (working-class, immigrants who aren’t upper-caste, people who have been living in the states for several generations, LGBT people, indian muslims/christians/sikhs/etc) without unnecessarily bringing down other minorities. and once again, i am really happy that a girl named maitreyi ramakrishnan is getting famous and NOT anglicizing her name. 

i hope this response was good and if you do decide to watch, let me know how you like it!

[duhliriouss]

A Pawn & A King:

Chapter One

AN: This is a long ongoing story that will contain many chapters around 3000 words each. This will contain lots of angst, abuse, smut, drama, conflict, oh and smut! Please let me know if you have any suggestions you would like to see in future chapters. Some constructive criticism is much appreciated as well since this is my first FanFic. If you haven’t already, please read the Prologue below before proceeding to chapter one. Enjoy!

Prologue

Warnings: swearing, therapy, angst, abuse, self harm, mental illness

Summary: Y/N had lived her whole life in Gotham being unappreciated and disgaurded. With no family and an abusive roommate to rely on, Y/N doesn’t have much of a choice to resign anywhere else in the city. Yet she keeps on giving naively until her decent into madness and her meeting of the Joker.

Word count: 3,033

Disclaimer: I do not own Joker - Todd Philips or any character associated in Joker

Chapter One:

Your day carried on like any normal Monday. Surprisingly, you always felt at ease while working at the bank. Away from your reality. Away from anything that resembled your worthless life and place you called home.

You didn’t sleep well last night.

Your last hours dragged as you struggled to hold normal everyday conversations, Yet you always held a smile. No matter how tired you were you tried hard at your jobs. You cared.

You always cared. Too much it always seems. No one ever saw you angry. Your anger only consisted of getting red hot in the checks and running away with tears flying down your face. You’ve always been an emotional person that it make you ache day in and day out.

You felt things intensely.

All this has made you quite the pushover over the years. Someone could slap you across your face and you’d thank them, and/or apologize for anything you might have done wrong.

You hated this about yourself. One of your major flaws was muttering apologies for every action you made. Your psychiatrist has helped you discover over the months it was how your, now deceased brother tormented you all your childhood. And of course not letting you forget the disappointment your father had for you all your childhood years.

You knew you shouldn’t be sorry for most of the things you apologized for. But you’ve lost control on how to handle yourself when the real moments came.

The clock hit 4:00 pm and it was finally time to finish the rest of your exhausting day.

You swallowed hard as your feet left the building.

You didn’t like walking through the allies and streets of Gotham. You were used to being alone and even though you’ve walked alone in these streets over and over day by day, you always clenched yourself tightly looking down at your feet as you walked a steady pace, only focusing on point A to B.

Walking by people fighting and screaming, creepy men whistling as you hurried by, ignoring the robberies and drug deals as you focused your attention on the ground was a daily thing in Gotham. Yet it never ceased or lowered your fear.

You made your way to the train station and took a seat. You finally looked up to take in your surroundings for the first time since you left the bank.

Graffiti scattered most of the walls, mixed with flyers and Thomas Wayne For Mayer posters. Your eyes darted carefully around you to find just a few other passengers. Not sensing anything intimidating you focused your attention back on the poster.

Moving Gotham Forward

you huffed a small laugh quietly under your breath. You didn’t give a shit about politics. But some things you couldn’t help but chuckle at.

The city has always been run by the rich. Spilling their euphonious sounding lies as the city eats it up year by year. And when you see Wayne on the news, You don’t see a difference. That was one thing you wouldn’t let yourself be a pawn over.

~

“How’s your job”

“It’s good.”

“Home?”

“Fine”

You kept your eyes down fidgeting and twisting your cigarette in between your fingers.

Every week your multiple breakdowns gave you mental notes to talk about in your therapy sessions. Yet when the time came... you just sat there. Struggling to say anything at all.

The quietness and the burning of her eyes on you quickened your heart rate.

“Have you been journaling like I asked”

“No Mam” Your voice was soft and apologetic.

“And why’s that?”

You finally lifted your gaze to meet hers

“I don’t have time, I never have any time”

“Ah”

You watched silently as she traced her pen over the stacks in her folder printed with your name. Silence filling the room again.

“How does it feel coming here every week, having someone to talk to. Does it help?”

You took your time trying to find the right answer. You didn’t know. You never really knew anything once you sat in that seat. Once you walked through those doors you WERE a closed door, fumbling over your words. Frustrating yourself when you couldn’t find them.

“I - I don’t know. I think it was better for everyone around me when I was locked up in the hospital”

Your sentence started off nervous but as your heart rate slowed to your words, you felt the familiar numbness hit your chest.

Unbeknownst to you, your physiatrist noted the strangely similar, yet still different personalities you and someone else shared.

“I’m here to help you, you shouldn’t let yourself feel a burden to the world around you”

You couldn’t help but let out a cold, almost sarcastic laugh. Taking a drag off your cigarette you shifted your body to sit up straighter. You replayed her words in your head and frowned shamefully, Furrying your brows together and keeping your gaze downward

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at the fact you’re trying to help me. I just -“

You didn’t struggle with your words this time. You simply didn’t know how to tell her you’ve been living with someone whom has beat you countless times, made you feel more of a burden than anyone else. Never mind everyone else in your life. You didn’t have a family because of your burdens. No one at your jobs appreciated you and now that you think about it, you don’t think you’ve ever met anyone who has actually appreciated you for you.

But what can you do? You were stuck. You didn’t have any other choices in Gotham to resign to. And being manipulated by Harvie for years now.. frankly, you were just too scared to make any decisions in your life.

You noticed you haven’t said anything in awhile.

You looked up again at the woman you knew didn’t truly care about the struggles you went through. Her eyes stayed down at your papers, flipping through the pages.

“You’re on 3 different medications, Y/N. Would you like me to up the dosa-“

“Yes, please”

You responded fast and eagerly. You’d do anything to not feel so bad anymore.

“Alright..” her words were flat and unamused.

“I’ve also been noticing your Bipolar Disorder has been more; manic recently. I’m going to prescribe you Lamotrigine. Just don’t take it in the afternoon with your anxiety med, and start taking your birth control in the morning instead. Taking all these together can make you become rather reckless.”

Your mind drifted off at “manic”. You stared past her left shoulder as she continued to speak into a complete zone out.

You were precisely dead inside.

“Can you remember that?”

Your eyes darted back to her. You gave her a warm fake-like, but believable smile and nodded your head

“Yes mam, thank you”

Her eyes studied you carefully then up at the clock that hanged over the door behind you.

“It seems our time is a little over schedule”

You both stood from your chairs rhythmically

“Let me know how you’re feeling next week”

“What?”

“You know, any side affects, nausea, change in mood”

“Oh yes.. right. Okay” you gave one last, sheepish smile before turning on your heels to the door. Keeping your head down preparing yourself to face the public again.

You opened the door quite fast and started to walk, fumbling to try and get your hands into your coat pockets to pull out another cigarette. Before you could take a third step you bumped right into something solid.

You bumped into someone. You clumsily tried to take a few steps back but a pair of strong hands kept you in place from falling, both hands on your elbows.

Your face shot up to look at the face of who you just humiliated yourself in front of.

But you were met with gorgeous, humbling green eyes.

“Oh.. hi Arthur” your cheeks instantly flushed still embarrassed and not sure how to react. As your eyes stayed locked, you took in his features being so uncomfortably close to him. His hair was slicked back and his lips curved into a slight smile, making the crows feet on the corner of his eyes accentuated

“Im so sorry, clearly I don’t pay attention to my surroundings as often as I should”

He let out a breathy laugh, letting go of your arms. You now kept your eyes to your feet.

“Where are you so eager to get to anyway?”

“I’m not sure. Just in my own little world I guess. I uh.. also have to stop at the corner store to pick up some food items for dinner tonight. Then I have to go to the laundry mat to put in a couple hours..”

You found yourself rambling. He didn’t need this much explanation. Stop talking!

You finally stopped and cleared your throat along with one deep breath. Not hearing anything you decided to slowly look up and meet his gaze. Arthur almost looked as nervous as you were. But he still held a somewhat amused smile.

“Y/N, are you alright? You seem more flustered than usual”

“Yes I’m fine.. just a busy a schedule today is all. Again, I’m sorry for running into you.”

He studied your face as you spoke. Noticing the dark bags that had accumulated under your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes. His eyes then wandered to your flushed cheeks before briefly landing on your plump red lips. You suddenly felt attacked under his gaze and tried it focus on anything else around the hallway.

Arthur noticed this.

Feeling awkward for clearly making you more uncomfortable he cleared his throat and went to stutter out a goodbye before entering the room you just left seconds before. But instead surprised himself with the boldness of what he said instead

“Would you like to get coffee tonight?”

“I - I can’t, I have to work and and cook dinner for Harvie and I tonight”

“Oh.. right” he laughed nervously “sorry that was stupid of me to ask..”

“It’s okay”

A silence filled the hallway

“Hey, can I uh” he slicked his hair back anxiously “can I at least give you my number? You could really use a real cup of coffee sometime this week. just call me on a night your not so busy, maybe?”

His sudden boldness caught you off guard.

You and Arthur didn’t know each other well. But you’ve been acquaintances for some time, and have run into each other quite often.

You first met when you had group therapy sessions together from time to time when you both were in Arkham State Hospital.

You also saw him once in awhile at the laundry mat when he picked up him and his mother’s clothes

And now coincidentally enough, you both saw the same physiatrist in the same day. He always was the appointment after yours. It has left huge opportunity’s for small talk. Which you both indulged in any chance you could get.

Most conversations you both shared with each other were rather awkward and short. But there was this strange feeling that made you not mind so much.

You could sit for hours in awkwardness with this man. He never intimidated you. And you felt more yourself in his presence.

But you still didn’t really know anything about him except that he lives and takes care of his mother and lives down the block from you.

“ s-sure..”

you looked up innocently at him. You didn’t think about your answer as it just poured out of you. You felt like you were under a spell Everytime he spoke to you. Especially now.

He gave you a ear to ear grin at your answer which was short stopped when you both noticed there was no pen or paper.

“I have a pen!” You unnecessarily shouted.

You dug through your black crossbody cotton-like purse and pulled out a pen with the banks name printed on the side.

“Here! I uh.. don’t have a piece of paper though...”

he chuckled at your ditziness and took two strides over to you until he was mere inches from you. Taking the pen from you

Your heart skipped. Adrenaline shooting up your spine deliciously.

You didn’t realize how much taller he was, your head only reaching to the mid of his chest.

Your nostrils filled with a sweet smell of cigarettes and a slight scent of .. some sort of mint?

You felt dizzy

“Can I see your hand?”

Without a word you lifted your left hand just enough for him to snatch it and it up bring it up to his chest. He began to write his number on the back of your hand.

You twitched to the sudden pressure he put against the skin with the ball of the pen.

neither of you spoke as he took his time to write. Your eyes instinctively fluttered shut, enjoying the gentle and subtle contact your body hasn’t felt for a very long time.

After finishing he gently let go of your hand. Bringing it back to yourself, you examined his work. Taking in the attempt he had made to try and hide his messy handwriting which failed beautifully.

You looked back up at him, your cheeks beaming red

“See you around, Arthur”

The air was heavy as you turned and walked away down the short hallway as fast as you could , overstimulated by everything that just happened. You needed to be alone outside again so you could breath and make sense of everything.

“See yuh” he let out softly, Barley enough for you to hear before shutting the main door behind you.

Once outside you turned and leaned your back against the old concrete wall, eyes shut and arms against your chest. You took a minute to breath. Once your heart rate slowed down you opened your eyes again and fumbled in your coat pockets again to light a cigarette. You took one long inhale then managed yourself to peel yourself off the wall and continue on with your day.

You were still very much flustered. You could not for the life of you stop thinking about what just transpired.

There was always a weird flirtatious vibe when you and Arthur had some time to converse,

but this was different.

You suddenly had a new feeling towards him that left bursts of butterfly’s go up your body.

You tried to shake it off as you got back on the train to go to your second job.

You were a little late. 10 minutes to be precise.

You walked through the doors of the laundry mat to find your boss, Nyle sitting at the register area looking not so amused

“You’re late, Y/N” he didn’t look up from his paperwork that was laid out on the desk

“I know I’m so sorry, I just..” You couldn’t lie. “I uh, my therapy app-“

“You think I need a fucking reason? You show up and do the fucking job. You only do three and a half god damn hours. If you can’t do something that fucking simple, you’re fired”

Tears sprung in your eyes at his words. You never got used to Nyle yelling at you. He was an old miserable man that was never happy no matter how well you preformed. Every little mistake was taken seriously.

“Y-you’re firing me?”

“Oh give me a break. You’re gonna cry now? You act like this the first time something like this has happened. You’re either late or you never do what I ask”

“I’ve only been late a small handful of times since I’ve worked here over a year ago! And I do what you ask of me all the time! It’s never good enough for you because your expectations don’t make any sense!”

Your breath caught in your throat and your body started to tremble. You shook as you felt heat rise all throughout yourself.

“Get out”

You turned and flung the doors open to leave, tears streaming down your face. You held on to yourself tightly as your turned into a dark ally and let yourself drop against the brick walls.

Audible cries left you and you didn’t care who was around to hear.

You took in your surroundings and didn’t see anybody. Piles of trash filled the ally and around yourself. You looked up but the cities buildings towered over blocking the sky.

You closed your eyes, your head raised against the brick. You muted your sobs so you could listen.

You heard a couple’s argument around the corner of the other side of the ally, sirens in the distance, more screaming that seemed even father away, and groups of laughing and clattering coming from a pub next to the ally side you just entered.

You started to silently laugh to yourself. Looking down at your cigarette, twisting and turning it between each finger. Your legs were half bent displayed out in front of you.

You stared at the amber of the cigarette while still listening to the cities commotion.

Without much thought you slowly turned the cigarette so the amber floated just centimeters from the back of your right hand. You slowly pressed it against your skin listening to the sizzle as it bubbled your delicate skin. You didn’t twitch or move to the sudden pain it Illuminated.

Instead you managed to display a small genuine smile.

The smell of burn skin hit your nostrils. You pushed harder until the cigarette was out completely, letting it fall from your hand.

Closing your eyes again you started singing softly to yourself.

( quick AN: Let’s stay together - Al Green)

Whatever you want to do

Is all right with me

Cause you make me feel so brand new

And I want to spend my life with you

You were talking about yourself

The familiar imaginary music beaming in your head. Your head stayed up against the cold brick, a sinful smile stretched ear to ear. Your arms laid stretched out to either side of your body Your voice cracking as you sung:

Oh baby

Let’s, let’s stay together

Lovin you whether, whether

Times are good or bad, or happy or sad

[pandemicperipatetics]

2 Weeks in Phoenix

The Verdict: Phoenix is awesome! The city is beautiful - low buildings, sun, palm trees, greenery and mountains all around. We found the food delicious and very vegetarian/vegan friendly. There was tons of nice outdoors stuff to do. The city has everything you need - plenty of healthcare, sidewalks everywhere, bicoastal-style amenities like Trader Joes, a Warby Parker store, True Food Kitchen, etc. The drawbacks are traffic/driving (throwback to Atlanta traffic!) and how hot it gets in the sun - we liked it in March but can’t imagine being here over the summer. Uber/Lyft also doesn’t seem to have much of a network here so you REALLY need your car. Overall it feels like a really liveable city - maybe like a slightly smaller Los Angeles. Our only regret is not staying here longer!

WHAT TO DO

Hiking

Given the COVID-19 pandemic, this is our current favorite pastime. It’s outdoors and therefore feels a bit safer than indoor activities (though honestly not always entirely COVID-safe given how extra-crowded the trails were in Phoenix). 

We hiked Camelback Mountain, one of the best-known hikes in the area. There are two trails up; we took the Echo Canyon Trail (as the alternative, the Cholla Trail, has been closed for quite a while). It’s about 1.2 miles each way, and VERY steep. The cardio workout was moderate and manageable, but the rock scrambling is next level - very slippery and challenging, with two places where you actually need to hold on to the railing that’s built there. And it’s insanely crowded -- we got there on a Sunday around 6:30a.m. and the (pretty large) parking lot was at least half full when we started  / completely full when we left. The hike was full of a few friendly and masked people and a lot of obnoxious and aggressive people who got too close, nearly ran us over, blasted music from their speakers, etc. This is totally reflected in the Google, TripAdvisor, and All Trails reviews, so we knew to expect this but were still sort of in disbelief at people’s behavior. The actual hike and the view at the top are really cool, but we wouldn’t do it again during the pandemic.

We also made a sunset visit to Hole in the Rock, a popular sunset spot that’s just a ~5 minute (sort of steep) walk up to a pretty sweet hole in a mountain with an insane view of Phoenix. There’s a sizeable area to sit near the hole and get a great view of the city, but it was a little too popular for our liking. This is located in Papago Park, a large park that has other short trails that seemed great & less crowded to enjoy the sunset (and also happens to host the local zoo and botanical gardens).

As a result, we forewent a few other hikes in the area that we had heard good things about - Piestewa Peak (strenuous, sounds very similar to Camelback Mountain), Tom’s Thumb Trail (3.6 mile loop in Scottsdale), and Pinnacle Peak Trail (also in Scottsdale). We read online that they are similarly crowded to Scottsdale, and we just didn’t want to deal with this during the pandemic. Would love to check these out some other time though!

Other Outdoors Stuff

We spent 60-90 minutes at the local Desert Botanical Garden. It was stunning! There are SO many varieties of cactus (the barrel cactus and bunny ears cactus pictured below were some of our favorites) and the garden is so well done overall. You can also see saguaros here - not as many as at Saguaro National Park, but enough that you could skip a trip there.

Just don’t be like us and go to the Garden in the middle of a sunny day - it’s unshaded and even though the temperature was only 75F, it was unbearably hot/sunny/dehydrating - go in the morning or evening or a cloudy day if you can.

Pro tip: Adult tickets are $30/piece(!), but if you buy the American Horticultural Society annual membership ($50/2 people), it includes “reciprocal” (read: free) admission to many botanical gardens, including this one. So it’s actually cheaper to buy the annual pass. Just go to one other botanical garden in the U.S. and it’s worth it!

We also really liked walking around our neighborhood in north Phoenix. It seemed like a pretty average neighborhood - nothing terribly fancy - but it was pretty and felt super safe.

Scottsdale

We can see why this is such a popular bachelor/ette party destination. Scottsdale was a 20 minute drive from our airbnb in Phoenix and it’s just so cute and bougie. There’s a small riverfront area (think about the size of Hayes Valley in SF) and a few blocks of restaurants and bougie shops where you can buy things like overpriced hippie clothes, fine wines, cigars, overpriced lattes, and all sorts of other things you don’t need. We went to Scottsdale twice and enjoyed some delicious food (more on that below) and just walking around / sitting by the water to relax. Also, parking in Scottsdale was much easier than any other nice/major city we went to (like Atlanta or New Orleans). There is free 3 hour parking and if you can’t find parking on the street, there are also free parking garages. How awesome is that!

VEGAN/VEGETARIAN EATS

Giving Tree Cafe (Midtown Phoenix, 5/5): Our favorite restaurant food on our trip so far. This place is all vegan. The crunch wrap supreme (veggie burger with avocado and other goodies wrapped in a dosa-like wrap) is AMAZING. We also got a bowl that included seasonal veggies one of the times we ate there, which was very good, but nothing measures up to the crunch wrap supreme. Also, the workers wore masks and were very nice, and ordering takeout was pretty fast (15-20 min). We’re going to miss this place.

Berdena’s (Old Town Scottsdale, 5/5): If you feel like spending $6.50 on an iced chai latter with macadamia milk and kind baristas, this is your place. So. scrumptious.

True Food Kitchen (Central/North Phoenix, maybe there are others, 5/5): This is one of our favorite chains, and we were delighted to live within a few minutes’ drive of it. Create an account and order online to save $10 on your first order.

New Wave Market (Old Town Scottsdale, 4.5/5): The bagels were featured in the NYT a few years ago, and they are actually delicious. It’s easy to order online, and the everything bagel with egg, avo, onion, tomato...it’s not quite Brooklyn Bagel but it’s close. 

 Farm & Craft (Old Town Scottsdale, 3/5): Skip it. This is an over-hyped brunch spot that we found on a couple blogs. The breakfast burrito and vanilla protein pancakes were truly mediocre. Not bad-tasting, but you can get much tastier food than this in Phoenix/Scottsdale. It’s not worth the line to order and crowded waiting area with all those unmasked yuppies.

[snackx]

Aloo Masala Dosa

Every time I began eating a Masala dosa, I have this strange dilemma over pouring Sambar on Dosa or the Coconut chutney. As both are very dear to me and I don't want to sacrifice one with other over a bite of Dosa. Secondly, I sometimes have this dilemma over whether I am desecrating the purity of Dosa by eating it with Sambar or Coconut chutney. Am I missing the pure and original taste of dosa? Such is the influence of Dosa over me.

No food has taken such a considerable place in my heart as Dosa. I don't judge Dosa as good or bad. I eat it as it is. I never complain. Even when I eat the half-cooked dosa made my wife whose other part is stuck in a frying pan, I never complain (also because I have no other choice). I can't get divorced over a Dosa.

Now, in this COVID situation, I feel desperate to go out and eat those perfectly shaped Aloo Masala Dosa. I want to hear its crunchiness when I first tear it from its corners. I want to taste those stuffed potatoes that melt like cream with that tangy Sambar and mouth-watering Coconut chutney.

I don't know when I would have the pleasure to fall back over that dilemma again.

Alas!

Don't worry, if you are stuck in your house like Rohan. Remember, SnackX is there for you. Always, anywhere, anytime!

[the-sanders-sides]

inidan american (desi) logan

a sequel to this post because people asked for more and i decided that they shall receive (and also i love writing these)

fair warning, logans a bitter kid, and this isnt as positive and happy as romans post. ive experienced two different ways of being desi, one where i lived in fully asian and indian community and didnt even think id ever feel alone, and another where i moved to a place where i havent met another desi in like 7 years of living here in a 3 hour driving radius. in romans post i played into my first experience and how at home i felt. in the second experience, the one im in right now, i am much more bitter about who i am and not really knowing anyone who gets it anymore. so i play into that A LOT in this. so keep that in mind. (and he will get happier in a future part. m planning on making this into a series)

ok so first off. his name is logan sanders. people (mostly other indians) dont believe him when he tells them. he tells them they dont know indian history. they say they do. he tells them that the british fucked around (quite literally) in india for four centuries so of course english names would stick with that precise wording

sometimes when he’s annoyed enough and doesnt want to explain this for the millionth he defends himself with this russel peters skit (watch it, it’s hilarious) because it describes his family. to a T. 

he grew up in a community with not very many asians, and knew no indians outside his family so he felt a sort of disconnect to his culture

while his grandparents and parents would teach him about indian culture, he felt so distant from it since he knew no one outside his family who was indian, and since he didnt have any siblings or any nearby cousins to hang around with

he had visited india once but he was too young to remember it properly or too remember his cousins

the closest mandir was an hour away so that also limited the amount of indian kids/people he knew

he barely knew hindi because everyone in his family spoke english, especially in public

he felt guilty over the disconnect he felt and would always try to bridge it but would never accomplish this because it he kept losing passion since he rarely saw other people like him in the real world and in the media and he didnt see the point of trying

this all changed in eight grade when he moved next door to the Kumar family in a north indian street of some south asian blocks in an asian community

when his family first moved, the Kumar family invited the Sanders over to welcome them

it turns out the Kumar’s had a son who was the same age as logan

“hi logan! im rohan kumar! but i like going by roman instead of rohan!” 

this introduction pissed logan off 

he was seething because why would this kid who got to have an indian first AND last name change his name to an english one! why didnt he see the value of his name!

he knew right away that such a difference meant they could never be friends 

“im logan sanders, but thats all youll get to know about me because i see no use associating myself with someone as... well, ignorant, as you”

roman decides to whip out one of the swears his cousins taught him and whisper shouts “who are you calling ignorant, bhenchod?” 

 it became clear to him that this was new turf, and people on this new turf must be speaking hindi. and that he was the ignorant one if he couldnt talk in hindi. he made a vow to learn it as fast as he could to make sure this roman kid wasnt better than him

but, logan grits his teeth and says “you, and i know it must be true because you were too dumb to understand me the first time”

this evidently struck a sore spot in roman because he didnt fight back but just stalked away. logan smiled slightly, happy to have won that argument

logan asks his grandpa to teach him hindi and his grandpa gets super excited

they start lessons immediately and despite barely hearing it growing up, it’s as if his brain was made for this because he picks the language up amazingly fast and in a months time, while not able to speak back yet, he can understand most casual conversation

his first diwali in basically little india is the most magical thing ever

diwali at his old home was very quiet because there wasnt anyone around to celebrate with

everyone is so happy in this new home however. everyone is dressed up and all the houses are lit up and there are diyas everywhere and he doesnt want to admit it but the kumar’s have the best rangoli on the street and it’s because of roman and he knows roman did it because sometimes he’d stare out of his bedroom window while doing homework and have a perfect view of roman delicately working on it for two weeks

(the kumar’s front porch had been covered with tarp waiting for diwali to make sure romans precious rangoli wasnt stepped on or ruined. when it’s finally let up, everywhere where there could be art, there is. it’s insane how good at colors roman is, logan thinks)

diwali morning: 

he fights his parents because he doesnt want to miss school for diwali because americans dont have a day off for it. his parents set the clocks in the house ahead to make him think he overslept so he would skip school. (logan didnt know that his parents had submitted an excused absence form for religious reasons and that the school was very understanding. he thought it would be like his old school where he wouldnteven bother trying since he wasnt christain and the school was lkinda discriminatory)

they spend the morning in mandir and it’s nice. for once he doesnt feel different from his peers because he goes to mandir and not church or synagogue. he feels at home.

diwali afternoon:

the afternoon is spent with frantic cleaning and cooking and digging around for the diya’s that were still in boxes, packed away from when they moved

logan offered to find them all to continue with a diya science experiment he started two years prior. his theory was that the diya’s were multiplying and there were more each year despite no one buying anymore

this held true, because even though he could only find half of their diya collection, it was somehow more than the entire diya collection of two years prior. 

diwali evening:

theres a big potluck and everyone in the neighborhood is out talking to each other, looking at the decorations at everyones houses, eating samosas, and playing with sparklers. 

logan feels content

he makes a new resolve to learn more about hinduism. if this is what ti was supposed to be, then he never wanted to be away from hinduism. 

he looked at the metaphors and symbolism in everything and finally understood what his dad meant he told logan that hinduism is just science written in poetry and that string theory is written in the ancient texts

middle school in this new town is so much better than middle school in his old home. why?

a. doesnt get bullied for being a nerd

b. doesnt get called gay slurs 

c. the classes are harder 

d. much less racism

e. all of the above

soon enough, logans asking his grandpa to teach him how to cook Indian food

Logan spends the day burning dosas and making lopsided rotis

(eventually he gets the hang of it, and a he'll be cooking food for an infuriating Indian boy ;) ;) psst it's roman)

Speaking of boys

Coming out isn't an option for logan

He knows that his parents arent really religious enough to really look into hinduism and see that no, gays are not bad

But they are traditional and conservative enough to be homophobic

not homophobic as in spewing hate with the westboro baptist church at a pride parade

But homophobic as in "the gays are fine as long as they don't do it in front of me" kinda thing

So Logan stays quiet

the closet kinda sucks but i mean what can he do

it’s safer inside, and he as illogical as wishing is, he wishes that people would use their brains and realize there’s nothing wrong with gay

anyway

in school logan makes his first desi friend, who was dubbed as anxiety years ago and cant seem to get rid of the nickname and now has a whole complex about his name so logan doesnt know his name

logan and anxiety meet in the school library: logan studying and anxiety hiding

people dont like anxiety

especially non-indian kids

surprise surprise it’s an old buddy called racism, but anxiety’s story is for another time

(but even though no one really likes anxiety, whenever racist shit goes down, it has to go through roman)

so logan and anxiety become fast friends

and they make fun of roman (a+ bonding)

logan claims that roman is a hypocrite for changing his name to an english one while being so immersed in indian culture

anxiety doesnt dispute this, but says he has a past with roman

a past that involved getting stuck with the name anxiety

again, another story for another time

one day, when logan and anxiety are eating lunch they see roman destroy some homophobes who throw around the word f*g and keep calling caitlyn jenner, bruce jenner

logans chest surges

he’s all like “what?? emotions?? pride at roman?? is he better than me for being so open and standing up for what he believes in??”

gay panic basically

but logan masked it well and pushed it away

the next day roman comes to school with a pride patch on his jean jacket

logan feels like he cant breathe

logan is supremely jealous of roman.

he can be gay in peace

he can pretend not to be indian in a way that benefits him

and he’s not affected by stereotypes in the same way?? like what does this kid not have

and by stereotypes i mean

roman is the complete opposite of all indian and desi stereotypes: loud, flamboyant, theatrical

logan’s personality is exactly how the stereotypes are. he’s nerdy and likes science and math and it seems like he cant escape the stereotypes. they follow him. and he feels guilty that he likes science and math and is nerdy. 

as illogical as it is, he wishes he was different from how he is

but logan later learns that there are more than just his perspective on being desi and that every desi kid growing up faces challenges about it that are different than his, causing them to experience being desi differently

and logan will accept that, in another story at another time

for now, he’s just bitter. and as illogical as it is, he wishes the world was better

and now, i shall tag some people who asked to be tagged and some other desi’s who loved this because i feel like you guys might appreciate this too. also i love u. desi famders squad up.

@sssixeyedrunt @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @caterpiller-tea @xxxbladeangelxxx @snufflesthegrim227 @cloudchaser7 @thelowlysatsuma 

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Kirun and Luvon

And last but not least, this is Kirun (pronounced Key-run) and Luvon the space elf! I’m sorry this took FOREVER but life went sideways on me and so I hope this makes up for the wait. This is for @royale-skeleton-key and this is the last of my commissions. So hopefully I’ve saved the best for last. Hopefully, that was my intention anyway. Enjoy!

Luvon and Kiran

You were trying to get to class, you were weaving through the other students and thinking about how you would rather be anywhere but here. However, before you knew it, the other students bolted away from you and you barely registered what was happening right about the same time, a portal opened up below your feet and you barely got a scream out before you fell through it and it closed up again. You fell for probably only seconds but to you it felt like an eternity before you seemed to land in someone’s arms.

“Oof, I got you, I got you.” He reassured you calmly as he made sure his hold on you was as secure as possible. But when you opened your eyes, your heart sunk as you flailed and fought your way out of his hold.

“What the fuck?!” You screeched before his hold on you faltered and you fell to the ground where you scrambled and tried to get far away from him.

“Kiran! Kiran! It’s me! It’s Luvon! Don’t you recognize me?” He asked as your heart beat was now at a hummingbird pace. As you looked at him before it suddenly clicked into place. You knew him. Well, kind of. You’ve been dreaming about this man before you for months. It was a reoccurring dream you kept having as you stared at him in confusion.

“You’re just...you’re just a figment of my imagination, this can’t be real, I’m gonna wake up any minute.” You argued as tears came to your eyes as you looked around and noticed you were on a tiny spaceship, barely big enough for both of you before you looked back at him and noticed how...elf like he looked.

“No I’m not, I’m real, just like you are. Look I know this is kind of shocking, but to me and my kind and our culture, we’re not allowed to meet in person until we’re ready, believe me, I have been waiting for a long time just so that I could go through the trials to be deemed ready. And when I was, I came and got you as soon as I could.” He explained as he crouched down before he sat down on the floor with you, giving you some respectful space.

“Oh,” You blinked as your heart rate slowed but you still kept a weary eye on him as you recalled the other day when he had told you he was coming for you. You just thought it was your imagination creating an out so you wouldn’t have to work on your thesis paper or do your finals.

“So, just, um, there’s people waiting on us to get back to the colony. So that’s where we’re headed, we’re already at light-speed.” He informed you.

“Woah, woah, woah, wait, what?! I don’t get to go home and at least say ‘goodbye’ to my family and friends or at least pack something? Like some clothes?” You demanded, feeling anger roar in your chest. How dare this...stupidly handsome man just pull you out of your world. Just because he was ready, didn’t mean that you were.  

“Well I can bring you back after we’re done with the ceremony at the colony.” He offered as your heart dropped into your stomach.  

“Don’t I get a say in any of this?” You pleaded as you started to cry and he looked so pained.

“Well, technically you already did.” He winced slightly.

“How? When?” You snapped.

“Well, when you chose me,” he offered a little meekly. He had been warned by others, well, by everyone that taking your mate from among the stars was difficult. That they often fought back and struggled. But once they realized it was for their own good and for the best, they usually came around, he just needed to be patient.

“How did I choose you?” You asked as he suddenly blushed and you realized you knew the answer. You had been fucking in your dreams for a while now. Well, fuck.

“How long will it take to get to wherever we’re going?” You asked trying to come to terms with your new circumstances.

“In your way of measuring time, about a week.” He answered as he seemed to pause and take a moment to mentally calculate that.

“Great and how long does...the ceremony last for?” You asked hesitantly.

“About a week.” He answered.

“Great, so I’m loosing three weeks, great, I’m gonna miss finals, I’m going to flunk out of my classes, everyone’s going to think I’m dead, great, this is great.” You grumbled sarcastically as you just laid down on the floor and rubbed at your eyes tiredly before you rolled onto your side away from him as you chewed on your nails anxiously before you heard him shuffling before he laid down on the floor across from you.

“You’re going to be ok.” He offered softly.

“How? How am I going to be ok?” You asked.

“Because I’ll take care of you. Our synthesizer has enough energy to make our literal weight a hundred times over in food and water, we have enriching entertainment and we have each other.” He offered a small but reassuring smile.

“Do you have a bed?” You asked and he nodded and got up and helped you up to your feet as you gathered your things, although at this point, your books and homework were rather useless. He led you just around the corner where there appeared to be a bedroom, you put your back pack down, put the books that had been in your arms, on a shelf and collapsed in the bed.

“Can I just...have some time to myself to process all this?” You asked and he nodded and left you alone. You rolled over and looked out the window to see the passing star systems rip by the window like streaks of fireflies. You sighed as you got up and went through your backpack. Your phone wasn’t getting a signal, of course it wasn’t. And it was fading fast, working on trying to find a signal before you decided to make a video of yourself.

“Hi, so I don’t know if anyone will ever see this, but Mom, Dad, I have been kidnapped by an alien who looks like an elf who I may or may not have been having dreams with for...like a few months, his name is Luvon and apparently he teleported me via a portal that opened up from the ground underneath me on my way to class and hopefully the other students noticed and didn’t ignore it and at least told the teachers why I’m not in class. So, the good news is, I’m alive, bad news is, we are apparently on our way to his colony? To go through a ceremony? I’m guessing that means we’re getting married? Which if that happens, I’ll be ok because Luvon is cool it’s just...he took me with no warning or a heads up or anything and I didn’t know he was even real until a few minutes ago so let me just show you what I’m working with. Professor Fields, I did do my thesis, see? I just..can’t fucking turn it in right now. And I’m sorry I’ll be missing my finals, and please don’t flunk me? I just got abducted? Surely there’s a clause or something that you can’t flunk me for not showing up if I’m abducted? Luvon said we should be back in like three weeks or so? I guess? I don’t know. Anyway, uh, Mittens I love you, and I will miss you like crazy. And obviously, Mom, Dad, I’ll miss you too and I love you too. But hey if Luvon and I do get married at least you won’t have to worry about me finding a husband? He found me?” You offered with a grimace to the camera before you sent it to your parents and your phone simply did the ‘trying to send message’ icons and you groaned before you slipped your phone in your pocket and laid in bed and curled up in the blankets and cursed yourself for recognizing Luvon’s scent. A scent that you had tried hundreds of times in the waking world trying to figure out where you had smelled that peculiar smell before and now you knew. How were you going to explain to him that who you were in the waking world and who you were in the dream world were two very different people? In the dream world, you had no inhibitions, anything was possible and you could be as free as you wanted because you knew there would be no consequences to any of your actions. In the waking world you were shy and a depressed, anxious mess. Although if you were honest, Luvon’s scent was quite comforting and before you knew it, you were out.

You woke up to the smell of food, and not just any food, like your home comfort food your mother cooked. You stretched in bed and got up and left the room, letting your nose guide you towards the smell of the food. You came to a door and it opened as soon as you came close and Luvon was inside, pulling out a pot looking contraption from some kind of hole like space in the wall and dumping the contents of them onto two thalis. Like actual, traditional, Indian thalis. You recognized the food, you recognized the smells. He had somehow made you your traditional home comfort food and you couldn’t help but come over and sit down and smile appreciatively at him. He even had naan, rotis and all kinds of different Indian breads and rices and samosas and dosas and just...he had everything, everything for a proper, if not extravagant- Indian meal. It even had lamb, goat, fish and chicken.

“I hope you don’t mind, but while you were sleeping I used the mind scanner, just to look at the food memories you had to give the food synthesizer ideas of what to make for you. I hope it is close to what you’re used to. I got to download some of the recipes from your earth’s internet and put those into the food synthesizer as well as I pinpointed your location. Um, hopefully the flavors are right.” He explained and your heart was warmed by his thoughtfulness, he was trying so hard to make you feel comfortable. You usually were so happy to dream of him. And now that he had made good on his promise and rescued you from..college and was literally a dream come true, you felt guilty for being so stand offish.

Once he was done getting the rest of the components of the meal ready, he sat down across from you.

“So, could you show me how to eat this?” He asked hopefully as he gestured to the thalis.

“Sure,” you nodded as you told him the names and how to pronounce each thing he just made and then you demonstrated how to eat it and grinned when he coughed and sputtered as he tried the more spicy components and had to drink something to ease the burning of his mouth. Lunch lasted the rest of the day, or what felt like the rest of the day, slowly but surely you got used to hanging out with him in person and talking with him and getting to know each other better as he explained the ceremony and talked about his home planet and the colony he was part of. After lunch, he gave you a quick tour of the ship. Which, honestly, wasn’t much, since it wasn’t a large ship, it was small, it had the basics but with a few luxuries and was built for only two people. There was a bathroom just off of the bedroom area, there was a teleporter room, which was honestly the size of large closet, there was a small holodeck room, it was only as big as a bedroom but that’s really all you needed and of course the ‘kitchen’ area which consisted of a food synthesizer and a table and all left overs were dumped into a ‘trash’ which the left over food would be broken down back down and reused by the food synthesizer so that nothing went to waste and even a small sink to wash your hands and the dishes, which the sink had a lid that worked the same way a little dishwasher would, all you had to do was put the dishes themselves in the sink and put the lid on and the sink washed the dishes for you. And besides the cock pit, which all of it’s settings were on auto pilot and locked there. Otherwise there is one room which to you simply bespoke of a ‘chill’ room. It was this super soft furniture and you recognized an intergalactic entertainment center when you saw one. Ok, so being with Luvon on a tiny ship for a week with no outside world contact wasn’t going to be so bad. You just..needed time to adjust.

He brought you back to the bedroom and showed you where the few changes of clothes he had gotten made for you were, hoping he had gotten your sizing right.

But when you went into the bathroom to change, you noticed something odd, it was like a drawer but it was another synthesizer.

“Luvon? What’s this?” You asked once you changed into your new clothes, which fit you better than anything ever had and you didn’t even need to wear a bra, the shirt itself seemed to have a super comfortable one built right into it. The super soft silky fabric was heaven to your skin and not itchy at all and you could happily wear these clothes for the rest of your life. Easy.

He came partially into the small room to see you opening the drawer in question.

“Oh, that is a personal toiletries synthesizer, so any soaps, or any supplies you would need for your person besides food, you simply type in what you need and it will create it for you. I accessed a few hundred databases to make sure that whatever you would ask for, it would know what you’re asking for and provide it to you.” Luvon explained.

“Really?” You asked before you played around with it and typed in a high end shampoo and conditioner you always wanted to try and within seconds the synthesizer made it for you and you giggled in delight before you punched in makeup, your favorite eyeshadow palate, and again, within seconds it was there in front of you.

“Holy shit,” you giggled as you picked it up and opened it and tested it out on your forearm and were delighted when it came out perfectly before you just went nuts, like you were on a shopping spree and typed as fast as your fingers would let you type and pulled out each item before typing in something else, you created a makeup bag of your dreams, you had facial cleansers and moisturizers and shampoos and conditioners and body washes and bath bombs and soon your little bathroom was full, you even remembered to request pads just in case your period came early and Luvon simply smiled happily, happy to see you so happy.

“So do you think you’re gonna be ok?” He asked once you were done.

“Yeah, I’m going to be just fine I think.” You nodded as you offered him a happy smile before you went to the holodeck and typed up a pristine beach with a tropical drink in hand and walked with him on the beach to get to know him better some more before he served you a typical meal at his home world and colony and showed you how to eat it. It was actually delicious, new flavors yet comforting all the same.  

When it was time for bed, or at least when your body said it was, he brought you back to the room and had you get in bed and you were both relieved yet a little saddened that he didn’t get in bed with you.

“When you’re really ready, let me know, no rush. A lot of couples never sleep together until after the ceremony or even not until after the partner is returned home to see their family again.” He explained with a soft gentle look before he left you.

You decided you needed to make another video, then you needed to turn your phone off before it ran dead.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad, uh, if you’re seeing this, I want you to know that Luvon is...a perfect gentleman and I’m totally ok with marrying him, he fed me your special come cooked foods, he said he scanned my brain just for my food memories and he served me your cooking mama, it was so good. Apparently we have a food synthesizer that made everything and it was amazing. And look I have another synthesizer in the bathroom, look at all this it made for me! Isn’t it great? He said he downloaded some databases, and I think one of them was Sephora and another was Lush and so far I only want to see you guys and introduce him to you. That’s it, that’s all I want for here. Luvon is so sweet and charming and respectful and so I have a feeling, the next few weeks are probably going to fly by. So yeah, don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine and ok. No need to rescue me. I’m good.” You grinned. “Bye, love you! See you soon!” You signed off before you hit send and even the last message was still sending. In fact your phone was having hard time telling you what time it was, like it couldn’t decide if it was 8pm or 1am. To you it felt like closer to 1am. Well, you supposed in space, that didn’t really matter out here. You turned your phone off and went to bed.

You woke up, what felt like 12 hours later, you hadn’t gotten that much restful sleep since, well the summer before college. You were a typical sleep deprived student and you relished it. You sleep was uneventful, in fact you just had regular dreams, Luvon wasn’t in them. You got up and came back to reality. Oh yeah, you were on a space ship. You went to the bathroom and figured out how to work the toilet and then you took a shower, the water was actually really nice and it was soft water and you really took your time getting cleaned up. You dried off on the towels that were just as nice as your usual clothes and got dressed in new clothes and braided your long dark brown hair.

When you came out, Luvon was in the kitchen area, getting you breakfast from the synthesizer and you surprised him and yourself by coming up behind him and hugging him, burying your face into his back, between his shoulder blades.

“Well good morning to you too.” He grinned before he stopped what he was doing to turn in your embrace and just hugged you and held you for as long as you needed it. And you apparently needed a long hug. But it felt so nice to be in his arms, for real this time. All the soothing comfort you felt before was still there, if anything, that feeling was now only amplified because this was real, he was real. This was real. Not a dream any more. Dream come true. Literally. And that thought put a soft, fond smile on your lips.

“Did you sleep ok?” He asked softly as he held you close.

“Yeah, I slept great.” You smiled into his chest before you pulled away to look adoringly at him before he kissed you softly and gently, his hand gently on your cheek with his fingers in your hair and at the back of your jaw and head. Dang it, he still tasted really great too. He pulled away just you were ready to really kiss him back and suggested you eat again and you nodded in agreement.

“Oh by the way, the detector when I scanned you to get your food memories, found that there was a slight imbalance in your brain. According to the databases, you have depression and some anxiety?” He hesitantly informed you.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t surprise me.” You nodded in understanding.

“Right so um, if it’s ok with you, could I do a body scan so that the synthesizer can make components in your food to bring your being into balance? Because on my home world and in my culture, being in balance is vital to our health and well being.” He asked hopefully.

“Really? You can do that?” You asked in surprise.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded in agreement before he led you to the transporter room which doubled as the medical bay and had you stand on the transporter pad and when he turned it on, it levitated you slightly and you felt weightless for only a minute before you were slowly put back down and it turned off.

“Done.” He informed you with a proud smile.

“Really? That’s it?” You asked as you stepped off.

“Yup, that’s it, your next meal will have the components you need to bring you closer into balance but it shouldn’t affect the taste of the food at all.” He informed you before you went back to the kitchen area and sat down to breakfast, this time eating a typical breakfast from his home world.

And so for two days, you just hung out, talked, ate, played games and watched movies and slowly but surely, your depression faded and your anxiety simply melted away and you were happy and relaxed and not stressed, it was a welcome break from your usual everyday life. He had downloaded a set of Netflix and Hulu as well as a few movie databases along with what was about to be released in movie theaters in the next month on earth. You don’t know how he managed that but he did and you weren’t going to complain. And slowly but surely you started touching him more, between hugs and cuddling on- well it was a...beanbag kind of couch like thing and eating popcorn, enjoying the new Marvel movie. Like any stay at home date and you were just happy to just be at peace in your own skin and at peace with Luvon, he wasn’t pushing for intimacy, he was letting you pick the pace with your relationship and the progression of it, he respected you and your preferences and your space and privacy which is all you could ask of him and if anything it only endeared himself to you even more and attracted you to him and earned your respect- you were impressed that he too seemed a little different in person than he had been in the dream world too but that wasn’t to say you didn’t like him any less, you actually liked him more and it was like you two were perfect puzzle pieces finally coming together after never being put together before. And the more time you spent with him, the more you could appreciate that you two were meant to be together. You complimented each other. And it wasn’t because you two were exactly the same or even polar opposites, it was simply...like you were a matched set. Like a pair of socks and the two of you seemed to be able to read each other better and could anticipate each other’s needs and wants. Luvon explained that on his home world, whenever an individual was ready for a relationship, they went to the prime council who had a presence on the astral plane and that they used the individual as a homing beacon to find their soul mate in the cosmos. And when they did that, you showed up, clear as day and when the council showed him a vision of you, he was sold and they helped form the connection between his mind and yours and how through the dream world which was how your connection became established and once he introduced himself to you in the dream world and you liked him and he liked you and you had chemistry and hit it off and he was sold and once you chose him and shared yourself intimately with him, he knew it was time to go through the trials. Which consisted of him being sent out into the wilderness to fend for himself for a while. But as soon as he was allowed to return, he got the ship and went straight to you.

When the movie ended, instead of watching another you simply moved the popcorn out of his lap and climbed into his lap yourself. You were ready for more. By now, he had gotten to used to reading you and leaned his face up to yours and met your kiss eagerly. Before now, all your kisses were usually chaste and sweet, but this one, was decidedly smoldering and he made the sexiest, albeit slightly surprised moan when you opened your mouth to him and really kissed him and in an instant, instead of his hands simply settling on your waist, they were stroking up your back and wrapping around you to pull you closer to him and you could feel the heat rolling off of him and you could definitely feel something hardening in his lap which was positioned at your center. And you may or may not have either consciously or subconsciously been grinding yourself onto it and you may or may not have smiled into the kiss when he whimpered and keened at your ministrations and when it got harder- he hiked his hips up to meet yours, it was your turn to whimper and keen as your hands raked and clawed up his back, around his shoulders and down his chest and when you pulled away for air and really got to look in each other’s eyes and you could see he was pleading with you for more with that look and by god, you wanted more too and when you nodded yes at his unspoken question he literally wrapped his arms tightly around you and just stood straight up and carried you to the bedroom with you giggling all the way. He was much stronger than he looked apparently because he carried you as if you weighed nothing. And once you got to the bedroom, you stripped each other out of your clothes with surprising speed. And what felt just like old times, he was surrounding you with himself and filling you full and making loose all rational thought because the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him, was all you wanted in your life and your consciousness. He interlaced your hands with his own, which considering how small your hands were compared to his slightly bigger ones but his hands were slender so it wasn’t uncomfortable as your legs wrapped around his waist as his mouth alternated between kissing you and all over your jaw, your ears, your neck and your chest, really everywhere his mouth could reach and it was, actually better than your dreams ever had been. But he really had memorized your body and knew just what to do to get you to the sweetest of releases and when he released in you- you welcomed it.

The next few days were a blur, between the eating, intense sex sessions and sleep and any and all combinations of those three activities, you both seemed to lose track of what day it was or how many days you had spent in that blur exactly but you didn’t want it to end. It wasn’t until there was an alert that you were only 10 qui away, which roughly translated to 13 hours away because one qui was about 80 minutes, that you both seemed to remember that there was a world out side of your little love cocoon which was this ship and so he had the synthesizer create a bag for you as well as a whole new wardrobe using your measurements gained from your body scan in the styles popular and in fashion on his home planet and he also gave you your ID for his home planet, it was like an ID and a credit card and cell phone all in one, you had it on a lanyard like necklace around your neck and it hung right over breast plate and when Luvon put his on, you noticed that his matched yours, it was a more masculine version of it, but with you standing side by side, it definitely helped signify that you two were a couple. It was your ticket to everything and you had the synthesizer create ‘gifts’ for your new in laws and his family, makeup for his sisters and mother and perfumes and colognes for his father and brothers and brothers in law which pleased Luvon greatly that you would be so thoughtful. Doing your best to remember their names and he talked you through pronouncing their names correctly too.

When the spaceship docked, he carried your bag along with his as you carried the bag that had all the presents in it as he held your other hand and guided you as you walked through what you would understand was an airport with ships docking every other minute and even more passengers were coming off the ships. You noticed that there were men and women, clearly from here with mates from all over the universe but you still noticed a good majority of them from earth and you seemed to light up when you noticed each other and often quickly asked each other ‘Earth?’ and excitedly answered back ‘Earth!’ and then told them quickly where you were from on earth, not caring if they were from the other side of the world, you were all just so happy to not be alone and not the only earthicans on this planet and quickly tapped your ID’s together so that you could find each other again once you got settled which was nice and once you got out of the terminal, there was a rail system that you simply kept up with Luvon to navigate and that you had to scan your ID card to ride. The rail system then took you to his ancestral home where his family was eagerly waiting to meet you with gifts in hand to bestow upon you and had a feast waiting for you as well.

His family was so nice, and so welcoming and thought you were the most beautiful earth woman they had ever seen and his sisters and sisters in law were keen to befriend you as you sat down to the feast as your bags were given to one of the family’s attendants. The meal was sublime and the company was even better, then after the meal you were shown your own ‘apartment’ which was part of the main house and the main house- might as well have been a mansion. It was huge and luxurious and even had it’s own set of gardens, there was the food garden and the flower garden. Luvon had actually shown you the flower garden in your dreams with him so that part was familiar to you. The family even had a few servants and a chef to cook all their meals and the chef was eager to acquire the information Luvon had gathered about your home world and it’s food and it’s cooking and flavor profiles so that he could incorporate that into the family’s meals as well.

The only thing was- was the days on the planet were longer than they were on earth, it was a larger planet than earth was but the rate of rotation was the same. They had 36 hour days, usually 12-16 of those hours were spent sleeping under three moons, one was silver like earth’s moon, one was a pinkish lavender and one was greenish blue which was quite a sight and the planet itself had rings and the properties of the rings gave those living on the planet longer lives and kept them looking younger longer, you found out that your ‘in-laws’ were actually in their 60’s but they didn’t look a day over 28 or even 30 and you were shocked when Luvon was close to being thirty himself. But he was considered to be young and a juvenile still. Like how humans treated teenagers. And of those 36 hour days- only 5-6 hours of that was spent working or going to school to further education, the rest was meant for relaxing, meditating, socializing, bathing and reading for leisure and of course eating in fact during the ‘work days’ which only took up four of the 8 days a week and that you only worked two days straight at a time with a day of rest between the set of two which left the rest to be enjoyed without work and then on the days you did work, there were hour breaks every 2 hours for peak productivity from each worker.

Your in laws were very impressed to learn that you were in the process of getting higher education and with their help you made contact with Earth and with your professors and your parents who were so relieved to hear from you and your professors were surprisingly lenient when it came to doing your work there and actually letting you be a ‘satellite student’. Your in laws then paid off all of your student loans and any and all debts you had on earth and even gave your parents a dowry. Which, to you seemed a little archaic but your parents were very happy and pleased and when you would come back to visit earth, would throw you a proper wedding which your in-laws happily contributed towards the cost too.

You were given a few days to get used to everything and learn dances for the ceremony and the culture and customs behind them which were interesting and exciting. Your mother in law and your new sisters in law were so happy and excited and thrilled to get the cosmetics and they spent that time experimenting with them, using the databases that Luvon had downloaded, mainly YouTube and makeup tutorials and using their own synthesizers to create their own makeup, all of them extremely keen on highlighters and eyeshadows, especially shimmery ones.

Then the week long ceremony began. Which you thought Indian wedding ceremonies lasted long, no these put those to shame, between the spa treatments every morning then hair and makeup and gorging yourselves at feasts that lasted all day long and getting fitted for and wearing extravagant gowns along with jewels and a crown, each day the crowns and the jewels got bigger, heavier and more extravagant than the last and then the afternoons were set aside for the actual ceremonies that tied not just your physical being to Luvon, but also your spiritual and mental self to him too and not for just this life time but for a 100. ‘It’s a good thing we’re not afraid of commitment’ you had whispered to Luvon who snorted a laugh and had to cover it up with a cough to keep from laughing during the ceremony. And then each day ended with a party to end all parties complete with fireworks and entertainment fit for royalty and again, each day, each party got bigger and more extravagant than the one the day before and you were pretty sure your in-laws must have spent several fortunes on it but every time you mentioned something to Luvon or his family they all assured you and reassured you that it was ok, and to not worry about a thing, that they had prepared themselves for this and had been looking forward to these moments for a very long time and that you and this union was worth all this fuss and that you should feel like a princess because for all intensive purposes, you were and you were one that was adored by everyone. You felt like you ate and drank your weight in food and drinks and you were dancing your feet off and just generally celebrating and you had no idea how your body could contain so much happiness and delight. You felt like you smiled constantly and laughed just as often as you spoke. It was amazing.

After the week long ceremony, you decided to take a three week long “honeymoon” to the paradise like planet nearby that was an all inclusive resort that took up a whole planet where you got a majestic bungalow all to yourself with a bed fit for a deity and a beach all to yourselves too and the food was divine, you were pretty sure you gained weight but your clothes (when you were wearing them mind you) never seemed too tight and Luvon was still just as madly in love with you than he ever was.  

When you got back, it was time to pack and get going back to earth. You went with them back to the airport, where the family rented a very large vessel for the journey. But to your surprise, the journey would only take about two days, since the vessel that Luvon used to pick you up on, was called the “Lizan vessel” it only achieved 1 light-speed on the way back to the home planet, to give couples the max amount of time, at least a week to just bond on their own without any outside influences. Other craft could go up to 11 light-speed, or 11 times the speed of light and this one was one of those, the family’s servants went with them, the cook especially keen on acquiring as many earth ingredients as he could so he could put those into the databases at home so that the synthesizer could replicate and reproduce them better once back home.

Your family eagerly waited for you at the airport and while you had missed them terribly, you were still happy to introduce your new family to them and they in turn were eager and happy to meet your family too. You tried to tell your in laws that earth days were shorter, that wedding ceremonies were not nearly as extravagant as the ones they threw for you but they were very reassuring and open minded.

You went back to your dorm and got what was yours and went home and packed what was yours as well and of course, your in laws were very interested in shopping and eating constantly, sampling foods from all over the world and all over the galaxy.

To your relief, when it came time for your wedding on earth, your in-laws were just as delighted and intrigued by the ceremonies and the celebration as you had been for your wedding back on their home planet, loving the traditional dresses and saris and henna and foods and all the flowers and the jewelry, especially the jewelry and the wedding was a blast. Your in-laws got you as a wedding gift, a communication service that was like Skype but would work across the universe so you could stay in touch with everyone.

When everything was said and done, you tearfully said your goodbyes to your friends and family and you got to take your cat home with you which was nice, so that you got a little piece of home and your in-laws offered to fly your parents and your family out to see you or to fly you home for visits often so you wouldn’t get too homesick which was very generous and very gracious of them. And once you were on board, even though you missed everyone terribly, you still knew, you were going to be ok. You were going to be happy and everything was going to work out just fine.

[faiqhuzir]

hi peeps, let me express my dissatisfaction, disagreement, disappointment here, this is just too much for me, okay now, what’s the problem for Malaysia having stricter sharia’ laws?

hello ‘modern’, ‘woke’, ‘liberal’, and all other terms with Malaysians who’s having this modernized mindset, Malaysia or even the world, do not only revolve around you. oh my god people. 

berhentilah. 

I can’t stand this anymore, my twitter is flooding with these kind of stupid emotional tweets that mock those laws. the worst part is that this conversation about disagreeing with this religious bodies even occur in my house by some Malaysians. 

hey awak awak semua,

berhentilah. 

I myself not a pious person pun. far from a qualified and perfect person to talk about religious matters, but please la, I do have common sense. i’m tired with these groups of Malaysians complaining about the laws. dude, if you can't stand with them, walk away.

what’s the matter of tangkap orang yang tak puasa and then saman then bagi counseling dalam van jenazah? hello, ini semua dah kira ringan. the consequence of not fasting in our law, is not even heavy. well i would say this kind of saman bertepatan with a teaching in islam, hukuman adalah untuk memberi pengajaran supaya timbul malu dan insaf. 

people, I don’t know la what’s happening with you. 

Nanti kalau cakap yang tak puasa tu boleh mengancam islam sesorang dan risiko jatuh kafir bising pula. cakap haram mengkafirkan orang. really? then, is it not sinful stating that practices in islam are burdensome? pathetic. you commit enormous sins but you’ re proud of them. Nau’zubillah. ask for forgiveness from Allah people, do your solat, trust me, Allah will forgive you, Allah is the most merciful and forgiving and you can’t imagine how huge are those.

You know what, I've been living in states for almost a year now and only Allah knows how afraid I am when i’m praying by the roadside, during my sujood when I can’t see my surrounding. With all those shootings happening here, you never know how afraid I am. All those hardship in practising islam here. you people will never know until you live with this kind of condition, and yet, you still complaining about laws when you can practise freely, sujood to Allah, pray in a comfortable masjid in Malaysia. Allah. Nikmat mana lagi yang kau nak dustakan?

Fasting here is longer which is I believe by 2 hours. 2 jam sahaja, but yet, still susah for me because of the weather. Indy, tak menentu, sometime heavy rain in the morning, scorching sun at noon, haa malam panas. but Alhamdulillah, saya puasa penuh tahun ni. I believe that with greater hardship, comes a greater reward. Allah tak pernah tipu. Ada sahaja kawan kawan yang ‘mordenized’, tak puasa. but it’s okay. I know it’s tough here. tapi tolong la, at least CUBA. All of you are grown ups, oh my god, even kids can withstand hunger better than all of you. kadang kadang peliklah tengok kamu semua. terlalu ‘americanized.

Urgh I can’t contain this madness anymore, dah lah tak puasa, then complained about the laws in Malaysia. eh, tak ada JAKIM or JAIS or anything doesn't mean that you can freely tak puasa or anything, I would say you are unlucky because nobody will scold you and take action on you. UNLUCKY. Allah maha melihat. Jangan sembang lebat nak tunjuk hebat depan Allah. Konon jaga kubur sendiri, hah, let’s see later on when you die whether you can wrap yourself around those white sheets on your own, bury your body 7 feet down deep on your own. let’s see whether you are that great. 

sick of this kind of trash talking. too tired to counter these kind of arguments when they are too many on the other side. kenapa rasa diri tu hebat sangat? bangga tak cuba nak puasa? bangga tak solat? Allah. The only thing I can do is pray to Allah to open your heart to start practising teachings in Islam again my friends.

The thing that made me really mad is that stating that Malaysia is not an Islamic country. hey dude, maybe Malaysia is not an Islamic country because of no hudud or anything that I won’t touch because of my lack of knowledge, but most of us practise Islam here. Even you. I know you’re not fasting, but what’s with being proud of becoming a fake Chinese when you are in Malaysia to buy food from McD because you are not fasting? C’mon dude. You are older than me kot. Takkan tak boleh nak tahan puasa kot. Dekat Malaysia ja pun. Bangga. Siap complain how bad the system is. OH MY GOD! you make me sick of you. 

Hey dude, i’m feeling like cursing you.

STOP COMPLAINING AND COMPARING BECAUSE YOU ARE CURRENTLY IN STATES! United states is not an Islamic country. Takkan nak tangkap orang tak puasa? Takkan nak bawak van jenazah tangkap kau pulak? Nak suruh paderi tu siram holy water tu atas kepala suruh kau taubat sbb kau tak puasa? dude, common sense. they don't even care because they are practising different religions. ikut aku, aku nak sembur ja sorang sorang sebab tak cuba nak puasa. kadang sampai tak solat pun. okay sometimes I do pray lewat waktu, tapi most of the waktu, saya cuba solat awal. but oh my god, stop comparing laaa. letih mendengarnya. macam orang bodoh compare benda yang totally far cry. plain stupid. 

semoga anda sedar, dan kembali pada jalan Islam. Jangan rasa diri tu dah cukup ‘americanized’ sampai statement keluar dari mulut tu macam tak ada agama. 

for fellow Malaysians,

what’s the problem with stricter law in Malaysia? Jakim going around arresting people who are not fasting? arresting people who are not praying jumaah prayer? what’s the problem with that? kalau kau puasa, kau tak kena la. period. apa yang susah sangat nak faham? apa masalahnya? you’re affected because you are the people who are committing those sins. LOL. pathetic. then complains. ranting on twitter. spurting stupid statements like ‘Malaysia ni kolot’, ‘ pihak agama ni busy body dengan hal orang’. Allah. I myself wont’t live in a ‘MALAYSIA’ that is full of people with these kind of mindset. sebab apa? sebab tak nak kena subahat dosa, takut Allah nanti dah tak kurniakan barakah dekat negara. 

hey you pregnant mom on twitter, the chicken rice shop lady ranting on twitter,

you piss me off. if they don’t want to serve you, walk away. WALK AWAY AND FIND OTHER RESTAURANT. I myself have been in that particular situation. What did I do? WALK AWAY. EASY. Find other restaurant. i’m buying for my pregnant sister. you know what? i’m the one who apologize because i’m afraid i’m causing fitnah for the restaurant. TOLERATE LA AWAK. I don't really care about people eating in front of me, more to tak peduli because I've been fasting since I was a kid. percayalah, all fasting Malaysians don’t even care. it’s only because of the rule. Government tries in creating the tolerance and also politeness between the people, that’s why we have those kind of laws. TAKKAN KAU YANG TAK BOLEH TOLERATE KOT?

Nanti mula lah. ‘Kau belum ada isteri, kau tak tau’, ‘kau bukan mak, lelaki tau apa’. HAHAHA cliché. I don’t even care because of what? respecting others in ramadhan pun dapat pahala. When you can’t fast, but you have your meal out of the sightings of others pun dah dapat pahala. Sebab apa? Elak fitnah. Islam itu mudah TAPI JANGAN AMBIL MUDAH! Pekerja tu tak tau pun boleh serve. Salah ke dia nak elak risiko? memang ada satu sahaja kedai makan yang boleh beli? pathetic. I hope you realise that your rants on twitter, are useless, and only supported by people who are ‘woke’ enough.

tag me ‘conservative’, ‘orthodox’, ‘traditional’, or anything, I won’t even care. because I know, practising islam in Malaysia is so easy that it is not even burdensome. even a bit. within every 10 miles, you can find masjid or musolla, easy access for ablution, bazaar Ramadhan, grand celebration for raya. pernah solat tepi jalan? pernah kena tenung dengan orang sebab solat? pernah kena sangka bawa bom? pernah? tell me.

I believe that having a little bit strict islam in Malaysia is not a problem at all. Furthermore, we all follow imam Syafie’ and his mazhab is really strict for things related to ibadah. Allah. Strict sikit sahaja. bukan melampau. Allah switch the ease of practising Islam in Malaysia with a bit of stricter laws, stricter practise which leads to a much better, perfect ibadah. Didn’t I said before, with greater hardship comes greater rewards? similar in a non-muslim country. Allah switch the hardship of practising Islam there with simpler laws, simpler way of teachings. Allah itu maha adilkan? Dia kurniakan hamba hambaNya setimpal dengan kesusahan walaupun berbeza tempat. Sebab tu Islam ini agama indah. I saw my friend’s tweet that sounds almost like this, “you never understand islam fully until you go oversea”. Nah, I don’t agree with you. I believe that understanding Islam depends on yourself. Not the latitude or longitude of the earth. Friend, learning islam, practising islam, is yours to choose. I myself don't completely understand about Islam, but I never take easy on religious matters. Apa yang haram, cuba elakkan, yang halal dan disuruh, laksanakanlah walaupun terkadang susah.

Enough of writing this, been a while since i’m writing this long. It’s just I can’t contain myself when my housemate and ‘kenalan’ start to complain about religious systems in Malaysia. well, if you don’t practise, don’t complain. you are hiding your guilt by spurting those. LOL. Taubatlah. Masih ada masa.

Ending this with sadness of Ramadhan leaving me. Hopefully, I can meet Ramadhan again. InshaaAllah.

Assalamua’laikum peeps.

[dosaandmoreberlin]

How Does an Indian Restaurant Thrive in Germany?

Thriving as a restaurant based on an international cuisine is tough. The pressure of being the representation of the culture and the cuisine, along with convincing locals to try something different. Restaurants constantly try to find new ways to attract customers to come and try their food. The next step is retaining the customers and ensuring that they visit you again and again. Keeping the quality, variety and taste in mind, restaurants have to persistently try and fight the local cuisine and delicacies. Finding good international cuisine restaurants is in itself a task and if you find one then it being authentic and pocket friendly is another story altogether. 

As one of the good Indian restaurants in Berlin Dosa and More also faces most of these problems and to take care of these issues and ensure more and more people try the Indian cuisine, Dosa and More comes up with various deals, discounts and variations. These factors help persuade customers to try a new restaurant whenever they are looking for a change of palette and once they like what they eat, you have a loyal, long term customer. In the restaurant business, word of mouth also has a huge say. If a person talks positively about your restaurant it not only helps footfall and orders at your hotel but also encourages people to try the cuisine. Dosa and More’s goal, thereby, is to expose as many people to the deliciousness, flavours, texture and aroma of the heavenly Indian cuisine. 

Indian cuisine has seen a growth in spread and acceptance over the years all thanks to the opening of authentic Indian restaurants locally. Most of these restaurants are originally opened for and by the Indians residing in these areas. But Dosa and More, an Indian restaurant in Germany, serves not only the Indian residing in Berlin but is also one of the favourite places to dine for locals and others living there. Dosa and More has a variety of delicious dishes for one to choose from which makes it all the more special and unique. Bringing the traditional Indian delicacies and merging them with modern flavours, Dosa and More also houses some of the most modern, unique and yummy Indian dishes. 

The success of any Indian restaurant in India or abroad depends majorly on four things, variety, quality, flavours and authenticity. When a person familiar with the Indian cuisine visits any Indian hotel abroad, these are the four factors they look for in each dish. Dosa and more has a huge variety of delicious Indian cuisine delicacies all made using traditional methods and prime quality ingredients. Factoring in all the four major check points, Dosa and More has become one of the best and most popular places to have Indian food when in Berlin, Germany. The success of Dosa and More or any other international cuisine based restaurant, although, is not limited to just these four factors.

Here are a few things necessary for a Indian restaurant to thrive in Germany: 

1.      Carries variety of flavours: Limiting one’s options when serving an entirely unique cuisine is a bad idea. People want to have the power to choose their favourite from a long list of dishes. At Dosa and More, people can try from subtle flavoured Dosa to tangy Dosa, from Pav bhaji to chicken biryani, from dabeli to aloo tikki and even mango lassi or masala chai.

2.      Reasonable prices: Dosa and More is not only the best but also one of the cheapest Indian restaurants in Berlin. The reasonable prices of dishes helps customers feel confident with the trying phase. When one knows they will not have to spend a very hefty amount while trying something new, their chance of trying multiple dishes and coming back again increases. 

3.      Home delivery: Nowadays people would choose sitting at home and enjoying a quiet meal after a long day instead of getting ready and dining at a fancy restaurant. The system of home delivery adopted by Dosa and More helps a customer order a hot meal while sitting on their couch and getting it home delivered in no time. 

4.      Authentic recipes: The key to making a customer happy is providing them with authenticity. Chef’s at Dosa and More are not only well equipped with the utensils but are also masters of the Indian spices. Finding the perfect balance between fusion and traditional flavours is a task performed flawlessly by the Dosa and More’s chefs.  

These factors all put together make Dosa and More one of the best Indian restaurants in Berlin to enjoy a healthy meal any time of the day. Thriving as an International cuisine restaurant abroad is a tough one but the results, fame, love you feel for the restaurant and the cuisine itself, makes it all worth the struggle and the pain. 

[digitalyogesh]

Kaunch Beej

Unnecessary Kaunch Beej to make reference to, a fair eating routine comprising of the multitude of fundamental supplements of sugars, fats, proteins, nutrients, cell reinforcements and minerals, is key for a fit body and sound psyche lasting through the year. However, in circumstances of occasional changes leading to messes, higher danger of sickness and phenomenal pandemics like the wildly spreading deadly Covid illness that contaminated great many individuals all throughout the planet this year, additional medical care measures are essential. Besides, the somewhat distressing proficient and individual conditions today busy working and home constantly lead to various sicknesses, similar to acid reflux, sensory system glitches and fruitlessness, influencing a critical number of young fellows and ladies. Not to stress, for the stacks of verdure found in Mother Nature offer one amazingly helpful and genuinely inexplicable natural abundance, a vegetable known as Kaunch Beej, notwithstanding the few sustaining produce of vegetables, organic products, nuts, spices.

A demonstrated arrangement in correcting regenerative abnormalities, gut protests, cerebrum related issues like Parkinson’s, kaunch beej is additionally extremely viable in repairing diabetes side effects, forestalling tumors, boosting resistance, further developing heart wellbeing, facilitating joint torment in joint pain and improving kidney capacities. Prominently and suitably named as “the wizardry velvet bean”, “Kaunch Beej” or basically “Kaunch”, “Konch”, “Kevanch” as named in Hindi, is designated “Cowhage”, “Cowitch” in English, “Kapikacchu” in Sanskrit and holds the herbal classification Mucuna pruriens. It is clad by different neighborhood names including “Poonaikali Vidai” in Tamil, “Naikorana” in Malayalam, “Nasugunni” in Kannada, “Duradagondi” in Telugu and “Kavaskuili” in Marathi.

Kaunch Beej Plant

The Kaunch Beej Plant:

Mucuna pruriens or Kaunch beej is a climbing leguminous plant, that flourishes in tropical environs of India, China just as other warm regions in Asia, Africa and America. It is a leguminous food crop that has a place with the Fabaceae plant family. The plant for the most part arrives at a tallness of up to 15 meters, with long, adaptable branches, striking green leaves masterminded then again and bearing white blossoms. The most-generally devoured part of the kaunch beej plant are the seed units/vegetables, covered by a thick shaggy layer and including the four to six seeds, likewise palatable, that are dull brown in shading.

Albeit trained lentils like chickpeas (chana), green gram (moong dal), kidney beans (rajma) structure the staple protein-rich fixings broadly utilized in Indian cooking, kaunch beej, starting in the wild, is a somewhat misjudged, yet similarly supporting and proteinaceous vegetable. Kaunch beej is esteemed for its therapeutic properties in Ayurveda, where it is usually alluded to by its Sanskrit wording Kapikacchu and supplies a rich supplement profile when added to the ordinary eating regimen.

Kaunch Beej Nutrition Content:

Kaunch Beej seeds and their green fenced in areas show a somewhat amazing nourishing profile, including all the fundamental macronutrients – carbs, strands, fats and proteins, alongside significant degrees of key micronutrients – nutrients and minerals. It has irrelevant degrees of cholesterol and sodium, to advance heart health. Furthermore, kaunch beej contains significant amounts of nutrients C and E, to support insusceptible, skin and hair wellbeing.

The B complex nutrients – thiamine, riboflavin, niacin and folic corrosive, just as calcium, magnesium, iron and phosphorous, are additionally found in abundant sums in kaunch beej seeds.

Additionally Read: Calcium: Functions, Food Sources, Supplements, Deficiencies And Toxicity

The nourishment esteems in a 100 g serving of kaunch beej seeds are:

Kaunch Beej Calories – 385

Macronutrients:

All out Fat 7%

Immersed Fat 3%

Polyunsaturated Fat 5%

Monounsaturated Fat 2%

Cholesterol 0%

Sodium 0%

Complete Carbohydrates 25%

Dietary Fiber 14%

Sugars 2%

Protein 10%

Micronutrients:

Minerals:

Calcium 26%

Iron 11%

Potassium 27%

Nutrients:

Thiamine 5%

Riboflavin 7.6%

Niacin 3.7%

Folic Acid 3%

Nutrient C 7%

Nutrient E 4.6%

Kaunch Beej is, indeed, a sound plant-based protein source. It has the qualification of being a generally uncommon plant wellspring of urgent fundamental amino acids specifically isoleucine, tryptophan, valine, methionine and threonine, accordingly supplementing both veggie lover and vegetarian abstains from food.

Additionally Read: Top 3 Vegan Probiotic Foods To Boost Your Overall Health

kaunch beej seeds

Kaunch Beej Health Benefits:

Treats Gut Problems

Kaunch Beej includes a huge swath of key supplements like nutrient C, nutrient E, B-complex nutrients, iron, calcium, cell reinforcements, proteins, filaments, adequate calories and valuable unsaturated fats. Following a profound rest around evening time, the stomach and digestion tracts show top degrees of digestion in the first part of the day. Consequently, having kaunch beej dishes for breakfast enacts the stomach related squeezes and guarantees total digestion of supplements found in kaunch beej, which are assimilated into the circulation system and moved to essential organs in the body in particular the heart, cerebrum, lungs, liver and kidneys. This guarantees ideal assimilation measures and amends occurrences of acid reflux, swelling, fart, corrosiveness and indigestion.

Supplies Essential Amino Acids

Kaunch Beej is made out of certain key amino acids, making it an interesting plant-based wellspring of excellent proteins. It offers methionine, a sulfur-based amino corrosive to resuscitate skin and hair wellbeing, valine and isoleucine which fix harmed muscle tissues and threonine, to empower the legitimate development of teeth and finish.

Supports a Gluten-Free Diet

A critical number of youthful grown-ups and more established individuals will in general foster bigotry towards the gluten proteins in cereals like wheat, that, lamentably, is a normal fixing in Indian dishes. Kaunch Beej, being naturally sans gluten, can undoubtedly be fill in for wheat, to plan chapatis, dosas and desserts or mithais, and is regularly suggested for patients with celiac illness.

Invigorates Bone Density

Kaunch Beej being an incredible wellspring of regular calcium, reinforces bones in developing youngsters. It likewise reestablishes ideal bone thickness in more seasoned individuals, helping with lightening osteoporosis side effects. While more youthful individuals can burn-through kaunch beej every day, moderately aged and more established grown-ups need to eat estimated servings of kaunch beej seeds, to increase bone wellbeing, while at the same time avoiding gastrointestinal and kidney problems.

Holds Blood Sugar Levels In Check

Kaunch beej, in spite of the fact that being high in calories and starches for moment energy, additionally involves a plenty of phytates, tannins, polyphenols – plant synthetics that log jam the absorption cycle. This brings down high glucose in those with diabetes mellitus. Additionally, attributable to its low edibility and rich fiber content, kaunch beej is useful for grown-ups, for speeding up weight reduction and overseeing other way of life sicknesses like diabetes and stoutness.

Treats Anemia

Iron lack pallor influences endless Indian men, ladies and kids each year, prompting inordinate weariness and low usefulness levels. Kaunch beej is a force to be reckoned with of iron, filling in as a shelter for individuals who experience low hemoglobin levels in the blood, consequently adequately treating frailty.

Additionally Read: Anemia: Causes, Symptoms And Treatment

Lifts Nervous System Function

Eating kaunch beej in controlled bits day by day helps with upgrading nerve drive conduction, initiating memory focuses in the cerebrum and loosening up the brain, because of raised levels of the amino corrosive tryptophan. As the tryptophan achieves a balance in the degrees of serotonin – a synapse, kaunch beej helps in treating uneasiness and a sleeping disorder, by keeping up with positive mind-sets and advancing sound rest.

Increases Heart Health

Kaunch beej is totally without cholesterol and sodium, so plans made with kaunch beej can securely be devoured by those with heart afflictions. Moreover, the bounty of dietary strands and nutrient B3 or niacin assists with upgrading great HDL levels and lessen terrible LDL levels. This deflects plaque and greasy stores in heart vessels, facilitating cardiovascular muscle work and further developing heart wellbeing.

Kaunch Beej For Pregnancy And Lactation

Drenching some kaunch beej seeds for the time being and burning-through it next morning has enormous advantages for the strength of pregnant and lactating ladies. Because of the huge iron and calcium content in kaunch beej, it is ideal to invigorate milk creation and equilibrium hormonal exercises in anticipating ladies and youthful moms.

Adds To Nutritional Needs

The extensive dietary substance in kaunch beej makes it an ideal nourishment for meeting a developing youngster’s steadily growing supplement prerequisites. Dished with kaunch beej can be given to little youngsters, to meet their broad nourishment needs. Because of its protein and sound fat substance, kaunch beej builds weight in small kids, aiding their standard turn of events.

Cures Irritable Bowel Syndrome

IBS alludes to bad tempered entrail condition, a generally happening intestinal turmoil that causes horrendous agony alongside strange defecations, the runs, fart and stoppage.

Kaunch beej is honored with the decency of dietary strands, with amounts higher than numerous different segments of oat like wheat, grain and oats. Eating food sources with expanded fiber content decidedly impacts solid discharge, directing fecal mass and advances ideal section of food and different materials inside the digestion tracts. As such, devouring a dinner with kaunch beej seeds or powder for breakfast invigorates sound digestion, cures IBS indications and even helps with turning away the danger of colon malignancy.

Kaunch Beej powder

Instructions to Make Kaunch Beej Powder:

Fixings:

2 cups kaunch beej seeds

Technique:

Douse the kaunch beej seeds in water for 60 minutes.

Totally dry them, then, at that point move them to a blender and mix.

When a fine powder is acquired, sto

[jacobstone]

So I watched last nights episode just now... and I'll get past my dislike of unnecessary rushed romance once again but like ugh

So here's some highlights (in no particular order):

-Jenkins being sick was hilarious, poor thing is experiencing life to its foulest

-Jacob was a deer in headlights when he saw Sarina (which I think I could like the ship given time and unrushed plot)

-Cassandra pranking Ezekiel was hilarious, until it wasn't. (Even I know drugging him was too far)

-this weird grumpy hate Ezekiel has for camp? What happened to you, Jones?

-it's ok Cassandra. Ezekiel just has camp ptsd or something. Go prank Jacob.

-Ezekiel and Cassandra's 'talent show'

-I'm pretty sure that if you want someone to speak for you, you don't put them in immense pain with a splinter as you whisper them into disorientation!

-Eve and Jacob talking about Flynn

-also did Jacob get that splinter out of his hand? And can he still communicate with the trees every now and then?

-those vines grabbing him like oops gotta go the trees need me

-the dosa guy like "why don't you tell us what you know" all trying to be nonchalant

-Rockwell brags about Baird (its canon)

-Jacob literally falling in love (how can you make that adorable?)

-Eve is like channeling the romantic love she had for Flynn into sisterly love for Stone (like dang somebody is getting her love!)

-Ezekiel taught Jacob how to pick locks, and fast too. I wonder how long that took him?

-well according to Cassandra we now know Jacob knows 64 dialects (holy cow man)

-all those people in the trees...were they taken because the trees thought they could help? And what now for the ones who obviously had been there for a looooong time?

-Jacob looking like grandma willow in Pocahontas

-Sarina wrote about a secret magical society and didn't expect to get fired? Like bro, even I know if you want to keep your job you talk about stuff like that on the internet where people don't know you.

-he showed her the Library? You've known her for a day, Jacob! Stop falling head over heels for women you don't know that well! SHES A REPORTER BRO maybe she might keep your secret maybe she won't I mean YOU BARELY KNOW HER (well at least no one would believe her or dosa would shut it down if she did write about it)

-yeah they could've not had Sarina in that episode and made it more about the lits bonding and realizing that the one librarian thing is crap but oh my bad im projecting my feelings again don't mind me

-Jacob Stone: art historian, cowboy, lover of poems, hopeless romantic, speaker for the trees.

-also I never want to go to camp again because the head guy just covered up those disappearances and what's to say he won't do it again?

Okay that's all I got for now. Thoughts? Got something you like? Something you didn't like? Theories?

[kitesatforestp]

Okay no bs, Disa saying that taking care of the kids and getting along is what Erik would have wanted…..sis wake tf up😂

Erik literally slept with you knowing he had a family waiting for him I understand it wasn’t safe but why not spend your time finding ways to make it up to Yani and her CHILD that you left and abandoned them…still worrying about what Erik wanted literally look at the mess he willfully made, and clearly it run in the family because between Ramonda being a monster and his father murdering a man and not seeing his brother as exactly that his family, T’Challa had no hope of being right in the head no shade🌚

but yani I feel like might need to leave Wakanda tbh, I’m only rooting for Yani and the kids and shuri to whoop T’Challa ass🍅🍅 but disa is not a monster I don’t think that I just see that she a good person who did something that hurt someone and she was hurt by Erik but not in the way that Erik literally betrayed Yani and did other things to her too. Don’t even wake Erik up now😩 let him be a popsicle see ya on the flip side✌🏽

And I want Yani to grieve and I do believe everyone is being inconsiderate of her, and Disa as well because yeah she made a bad decision, but Erik also have her a goodbye that dragged her into a war..again. I want them to grieve and when Erik wake up…..for my fellows out there I just want to say a word from the scriptures if you let me *ahem* “hell hath NO fury”

Let the CHURCH say amen

This chapter was a cute little feature I like the characterization here, I haven’t read dosa’s story so maybe I’ll have more empathy for her now I still haven’t but I do like that we seeing Ramonda be furious at what her HUSBAND did and taking it out on innocent people, you really captured that small character ticks❤️❤️ keep writing ya ass off

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 8″

A.N.: I split a chapter in half for pacing and a quiet moment with Disa and Yani! Tumblr won’t let me be great with the tagging, so expect a lot of constant reposting so that people can find the story!

“We’ve come so far (We’ve come so far) Stars look up at you, baby (baby, baby) My heart belongs (My heart belongs) Right here next to you, baby (you, baby yeah yeah)

If I had just one wish It would be to stay together Stay together, let’s grow together It’s not much to ask of us I know we can do it I always knew it”

Kindred the Family Soul—“Stars”

“That’s your Daddy, Joba.”

Disa held Joba in her arms as they gazed up at the massive painting of Erik. The soft patter of water from the indoor waterfall striking the artificial rocks of the pool used to collect and recycle the liquid cast a cool film of mist in the air like a natural humidifier.

“He’s big, Mommy.”

“Yes. Larger than life.”

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