#mithas

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of march

miki schumacher de / re / formation

craig arnold pitahaya

brian turner here, bullet: “what every soldier should know”

eileen myles not me: “peanut butter”

noor hindi breaking [news]

jane hirshfield my species

annesha mitha you are a tyrannosaurus rex

mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: “blood soup”

alice notley mysteries of small houses: “as good as anything”

nomi stone on world-making

k. silem mohammad poems about trees

franz wright the break

fred marchant the looking house: “night heron maybe”

carl phillips cortège: “domestic”

alexa luborsky connotations

bruce smith the other lover: “to the executive director of the actual”

nikky finney head off & split: “the aureole”

alice fulton personally engraved

amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics

chiagoziem jideofor self-preservation

carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”

joyce peseroff a dog in the lifeboat: “april to may”

rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “other fugitives and other strangers”

toi derricotte the undertaker’s daughter: “my dad & sardines”

tarfia faizullah yr not exotic, but once ya wanted to be

jenny george the artist

jack spicer a second train song for gary

victor hernandez cruz maraca: new and selected poems 1966-2000: “red beans”

xi chuan power failure

jean valentine door in the mountain: new and collected poems, 1965-2003: “sanctuary”

duane niatum drawings of the song animals: new and collected poems: “consulting an elder poet on an anti-war poem”

kofi

[megarywrites]

find the word tag game

tagged by @writingbyricochet (thanks!) and mine were: brilliant, sparkle, charge, and feather. all of mine will be taken from Seafoam, ofc

I'll tag: @thewriteflame @isherwoodj @caitlinbirenbaum @daisywords and @pinespittinink and your words will be: near, necessary, need, never, and news

brilliant

“You don’t have to use any of the hammocks if you don’t want to,” she said as she smoothly slid into the one woven from frilly, olive-green algae. “Some of the others sleep wherever they want. But I really like having my own designated space to retreat to.” I swam a little further up, to the one strung across the beams just above hers. It was made from what looked like a ship’s sail, only it had been dyed violet. At one point, it had probably been a brilliant shade, but after however long it had been submerged in the saltwater, its vibrancy had been greatly diminished.

sparkle(ing)

The sky was devoid of clouds on a day that it should have been raining. The sky was blue and clear, the sun’s warmth beating down on us, its light sparkling on the sea. Even my downcast gaze was not enough to keep the too-bright light from glaring in my eyes. The bells in the latridom started to chime as we stepped onto the cobblestone lane, the Stoli moving out from behind us, flanking our sides to keep the on-lookers and well-wishers from approaching. My chin quivered as I held my head high, willing myself not to cry. Not quite yet. Ma’s steps faltered and I slowed as the Stoli on her side reached out, holding her up. Stroking her arms and back and veil-covered hair.  “Ma,” I whispered, offering her my hand to hold.  Her trembling fingers slid between mine, and I squeezed her hand tightly before I started us walking again.

charge

Dinner for the captains was already plattered by the time we arrived. The Sorma directed us to our places, and I was in charge of serving the vina tonight—a honey-gold vina to accompany the main course, and a pale violet vina that smelled of ender blossoms for the dessert. I could feel Zeno’s gaze on me for the majority of the night, but I didn’t pay him any mind, until he kept moving his goblet out of reach. If Geros hadn’t had been there, I would have smacked the back of his head and grabbed the goblet myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grinning at me when I shook my head slightly.  “Am I annoying you?” he asked softly when he finally relented and I started pouring the violet vina into his crystal goblet.  I glanced up the table, finding Geros deep in conversation with one of the other men. Something about Jou’eou refusing to trade with Grea anymore. “Of course,” I whispered back, being careful to barely move my mouth and give my speech away. His chuckle filled my ear as I moved away and onto Omero.

feather(y)

“Please, let’s head to my home. You can ask all the questions you wish along the way.”  She started forward, wriggling her nearly glowing teal tail to propel herself, the spiny, feathery fins waving around with each smooth movement. I tried to kick my feet, but they moved as one. Were my feet still bound? Again, I attempted to move, but when I looked down to inspect what was the matter, my hair bushed fluidly in my face until I frantically pushed it away.  A tail. I had one, too.

[shimewood]

Gods and separates of storms are poets, playwrights, musicians. They will enact comedys, tragedys, and epics without hesitation!!

[soulless-angel25]

Doctor Who Femslash February, Day 6 Prompt- Post-Doctor @doctorwho-femslashfeb

[Important note: Mickey is called Michi]

Martha walked back into the house, hanging her coat on the rack and toeing her shoes off by the vent to dry them off. "I'm home!"

Almost immediately there was a response, Michi's voice echoing through the house encouraging the kids to get to Mama. She rolled her eyes fondly as she made her way further into the house almost immediately being bombarded by Luka and Chase, two kids who they'd adopted a few years back.

Their voices cried out in glee as they saw her and hugged her legs as she laughed, reaching down to ruffle their hair. "How're my boys doing hmmm?"

Chase perked up almost instantly and began to talk about what his day had been like so far and some new friends he'd made at the playground. When he stopped for breath Luka spoke up asking if they'd be going to Aunt Donna's that night or not.

She looked at Michi who held little Marion in her arms, "Donna said she'd be happy to have us over, and that she had a surprise for us. Not sure what it is but she sounded very excited."

Martha smiled and looked down at the boys, "Well. There's your answer."

[ofermod]

everyone's got that one homie who zealously adheres to his inflexible code of honor even though it has long since become a burden to him

[connecttofood]

Motichur laddu

I Like to eat it Will You?

[taajrecipes]

Mitha Samosa

Mitha Samosa is a popular Indian snack, which is a delicious mixture of sweet and salty. It is made from sweet aloo or khoya, dry fruits and sugar, which is added to a crispy samosa patty and then deep-fried. This tasty and unique twist is a famous variant of traditional samosa.

[bhoomikakalam]

मंगलवार को करे ये अचुक उपाय -Astrobhoomi Bhoomika kalam

[larissa-the-scribe]

Finally answering the tag by @onewingedsparrow with the OC interview! Sorry for the delay, I strayed out of thought and time, etc. Also thanks for the tag!

For this, I'll be answering as Agent Jeanne Townford, the protagonist from A Four-Dimensional plot.

OC Interview Game

Were you named after anyone?

Not that I know of. It could have been a family name, but if so no one told me.

When was the last time you cried?

Uh. I'd prefer not to answer that.

Do you have any kids?

No. Which is probably good for the kids.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I have no idea what you're talking about/j

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Uh, their eyes, I guess? They tell you a lot about a person. Also their voice. Lots of character hiding in the voice.

What is your eye color?

Brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both? I don't know. Scary movies can be nice sometimes, but I like to know if the characters will be okay. Or the dogs, at least.

Any special talents?

I am a weapons specialist, so I guess that counts? I have a knack for learning new systems and also a good aim.

Where were you born?

At home, actually. We lived out of town, our car was broken, and I came out quicker than anyone expected. My dad used to joke that if the same situation happened again he wasn't calling the ambulance, he'd just burn some dollars instead.

Do you have any pets?

No. I'm out of the house most of the day, which isn't a good lifestyle for most creatures.

What sort of sports do you play?

Not really into sports, actually, though I used to be interested in ice hockey when I was a kid.

How tall are you?

165 cm, last I checked. About 5'5 for any Americans in the crowd.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Does the library count? Otherwise, Mithae. It was the only one that seemed like it could apply to outside stuff. Didn't use much of it, though.

What is your dream job?

One that doesn't want to fire me, I guess. Otherwise, I like most jobs that let me help people.

Tagging @secretariatess, @meadow-roses, @creatively-storm, @lightthewaybackhome, @ethanjhake, if y'all so desire

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OC Interview Game

Were you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have any kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What is the first thing you notice about people?

What is your eye color?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favorite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

[intellectual6666]

Ayushi thank you for spamming and A lot more thanks for looking after me. I missed youuu. But now that I'm backkk

Ye lo munh mitha karo..

Here's some flowers for youuu

You're welcome ji 😁 (I am going to spam you more)

Well, I missed you a lot too, I am so happy that you're finally back 🥹🥹

Have some of our special Roshogolla

And how can I leave you without giving something you love 🤭

Some jalebi, fafda and dhokla for you ✨️

[misalpav]

ram being in love with the daughter of temple priest and even though he isn't very religious he still went there for sandhya aarti once he saw her one jhumke had fallen and finally able to gather some courage he decided to approach her and they had a talk or something.

also one more request don't use y/n can you pls use the name vaidehi ?

anon!!!! I love this prompt and I hope I did justice to your vision <3 (I'm on a writing high rn so I can actually write fast for once would you look at that?)

yemito ee maya

Two years after Governor Scott's death

Ram slowly walked away from his house, lost in thought. He could feel the wind in his face, rearranging his carefully styled hair and ruffling the shirt he just finished ironing. The sun, shining brightly in his eyes, slowly began its journey back to the horizon as kids laughed and ran back home from school. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, letting himself relax. There was a time when he didn’t know what the word relax meant, how it felt to feel his heart rate slowing and have time for himself. Now that he did, he never quite knew what to do with it. Sometimes, he would make a beeline to Bheem or Sita’s house to talk to them or have dinner together, other times, when he didn’t feel like socializing, he would sit at home and read a book. On days like today, when he just couldn’t get himself to pay attention to the words on a page, he’d huff and put down his book to go for a walk, thinking about how much his life and his India has changed.

“Ram anna, chai thaaguthara?” (tl. Do you want to drink chai?)

He turned his head and saw a group of kids at a street food stall looking at him eagerly and quickly recognized all of them from his colony. His mouth curved into a smile as he forgot about his earlier thoughts and started walking towards them, his hands checking his pockets to find his wallet.

“Aa thaguthanu. Anna, okka chai isthava?” (tl. Yes, I’ll drink some. Can you give me one chai?)

As the seller made his chai, he pretended to look in his wallet for money while secretly watching the kids, and smiled with a glint in his eyes as the kids’ faces fell, realizing he didn’t get them anything. He pulled out a 100 rupee note from his wallet and handed it to the vendor, who looked at him confused.

“Migilina paisalu tho pillalu ki vallaku ishtam ainadhi edhaina ivvandi, inka mitha meeru pettukondi.” (Give the kids whatever they want with the remaining money, and if there’s anything left you can keep it for yourself.)

The kids’ eyes widened at him in disbelief, and they quickly ran to the vendor before Ram could have second thoughts and asked for bajjis, dosas, lassis, and whatever else they could think of. Ram chuckled and shook his head, taking a seat at one of the tables and enjoying the warm taste of chai. He was completely aware the colony moms would make their displeasure very well known to him when he went home, but he figured he’d take it if it meant upholding his role as every kid’s favorite person.

The kids sat around him and became engrossed in conversations about their classes, the math teacher they despised, the cricket game they played last night, and a few other things and Ram sat back and listened attentively to their stories while tending to his chai, zoning out only once in a while when the conversation was directed away from him. 

At one of these moments, he heard a laugh and the jingling of bangles coming towards them, and he turned his head subconsciously. His jaw dropped as his eyes rested on the source of the laughter: a woman, busy in conversation with a younger girl, walking towards them wearing a beautiful black and yellow saree, her hair tied back in a neat braid, with a book in her hands. As they walked up to her, he suddenly stood up, catching the woman’s attention. When she turned to face him, he held his breath and examined her eyes, bordered with kohl, and the bright red bindi above the bridge of her nose. Silver jhumkas adorned her ears glowing in the sun and the smell of the jasmines in her hair radiated off her, and he was lucky one of the kids pulled on his hand to get his attention. The woman’s face softened as she smiled, turned away from him, and walked away, and he quickly reoriented himself, telling the kids he had other work to do tonight and started in the direction the woman had left towards, promising the kids they’d play cricket together another night. 

Ram speedwalked for a few minutes and finally caught up to them, trailing only a few meters behind, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach her. Internally, he was cursing himself out for making this seem easy to Bheem all those years ago, when he himself was such a mess at it. He wished Bheem, Sita, Jenny, the kids, or literally anyone was with him right now to tell him what to do and how not to embarrass himself. His shoe stepped on something and he tripped over, clasping his mouth to make sure no sound came out. When he turned to see what caused it, he found one of her silver jhumkas lying in the dirt. Ram couldn’t believe his luck and he picked up the jhumka, taking it as a sign from the universe to meet her. He then followed her, his faith in himself somehow reinstated simply by the fact he had something of hers in his pocket.

The women approached a Shiva temple, removed their shoes, and entered, and Ram stopped outside. He hadn’t been inside a temple since his father was killed by the British. Everyone close to him had tried to reinstate his faith in god, but he always shut down the idea by stating that if god was real, his father wouldn’t be dead, and if god is real and let his father be killed, then he had every reason to be extremely angry at that god. Ram almost turned around and left, but then he saw the woman returning outside, and froze, realizing she was staring at him. 

“Intha dhooram vachi lopadiki raara?” (tl. You came this far, won’t you come in?) she asked. Realizing he was stuck, he slowly took off his shoes and stepped into the temple.

Once he was standing next to her, she asked him what his name was and he replied saying his name is Ram. She introduced herself as Vaidehi, and he said the name back to her, appreciating the way it rolled on his tongue. They sat in the back of the temple, and Vaidehi opened her book and started reading while he examined her features, and noticed she had removed the other jhumka. Ram hated being interrupted while reading, but he also needed to close this silence somehow, so he craned his neck to see what book she was reading. 

“Avunu, gudiki vachi em pustakam chaduvuthunnavu? Adhi intlo guda cheyyachu kadha?” (tl. What book are you reading in the temple that you can’t read at home?)

That beautiful laughter that first got him to turn his head towards her escaped her mouth again and she told him his father was the head priest and she enjoyed attending the sandhya aarti whenever she could. She told him about the book she was reading, History of Dharmashastra, and they both fell into an animated conversation about the development of Indian ancient societies and their dreams for a modern and independent India. She said India needed more men like Alluri Ramaraju and he smiled and agreed, hiding the joy in his heart from hearing her say that. He never bothered mentioning that he was Ramaraju because he found it refreshing to talk to people normally without being treated like a savior everywhere he went. 

Suddenly, a man, who he assumed was Vaidehi’s father, stood in front of the garbhagriha and everyone in the temple stood up. They recited bhajans, and while Ramaraju knew all of them from memory from his childhood and his mother, he quietly listened to Vaidehi’s voice. At the end, he took the prasadam from one of the other priests and walked back outside with Vaidehi. She asked him if he didn’t know the bhajans, and he replied saying he did, but he enjoyed listening to them much more than singing them, opting to leave out the truth about his father. They talked more about their interests, exchanged addresses, and talked about meeting again. As the sun finally set, she told him she needed to leave, and that they’d definitely meet again. Ram watched her walk away and put his hand in his pocket, touching the jhumka he never returned, whispering, “I promise we will.”

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(a/n) should I make this a series lmao I have so many ideas for where this could go. also, I haven't been to india in like 6yrs now (curse the pandemic and then school/work) so idr if 100 rupees is acc a reasonable amount for the chai scene 🗿

open tag list: @obsessedtoafault @rambheem-is-real @lil-stark @manwalaage @contemporarykafka @sinistergooseberries @budugu @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @hufhkbgg @eremin0109 @eenadu-varthalu @hissterical-nyaan @how-is-it-in-london @gauri-vishalakshi @sada-siva-sanyaasi @bromance-minus-the-b @darlingletshurttonight @voidsteffy @itsfookingloosah @mad-who-ra @fadedscarlets @justmeand-myinsight @rasnak2 @ghungru @irisesforyoureyes @vijayasena

I copied a rrr tag list I literally haven't used in a year and tried to remember as many old urls as I could. if you want to be added/removed from the list pls lmk <3

[megarywrites]

10 lines challenge

I was tagged by @thewriteflame and I think the rules are 10 first lines from 10 chapters but I wanna change it up a it and do 10 lines of the different character introductions (aka the initial times when Thala interacts directly with them)? let's go

All from Seafoam, and yes i'm aware that none of them are single lines, sue me (pls don't)

I'll tag (no pressure): @aninkwellofnectar @isherwoodj @pinespittinink @daisywords

1 - Mitapi

“Thala! Where—” But her question was answered before she could ask it as I burst out of the thick hedge surrounding our home, clutching at my sides as I slowed to a staggering walk. “What took you so long?” She asked, her stern tone belied by the smile in her dark eyes.  “Watching...for Pa,” I managed to say between great gulps of breath. “Almost home.”

2 - Zeno

Someone was waving, and I perked up, only to realize that it was Zeno, not Pa. Still, I waved back, smiling at my best friend.

3 - Omero

Omero cleared his throat. “Is Mitapi with you?”  Ma? Why would she be here? I shook my head. “Just me.”  He sighed, then clapped his hand roughly on my shoulder, nearly making me drop one of the kretse. “I don’t know how else to say this, but…” The pause was long enough for my gaze to flick between Zeno and his father again. “Your father is dead.”

4 - Sosta

I stopped in my tracks, eyes widening slightly, as I stepped around the wall to find Ma sitting at the hearth with none other than Sosta Diakos, the Droma of Psari’s latridom. They both looked up at me, Ma’s expression barely visible behind the sheer black mourning veil. The Droma inspected me with a small smile visible through his beard, his gaze lingering on my chest until I crossed my arms over myself and started to back away.  “Kolette and Rodi lent us their mourning garments, and I put yours in your bedroom,” she said, taking my attention away from the Droma.

5 - Kolette

Kolette glanced my way as I approached, her voice faltering as she looked again, eyes wide. The baker’s wife looked at me, too, but I only had eyes for Kolette, now. “Mitapi?” she asked, her voice softly sad. “What are you doing out—” I shook my head hard enough that my veil shifted back and forth. “It’s Thala. I was wondering…” I gulped, glancing at the baker’s wife as I tried to catch my breath. “I was wondering if you could stay with Ma? Just for a little while. Just until the funeral.”

6 - Geros

I pried Zeno’s hand off my arm and threw the mourning veil off my face as I stood, redirecting my gaze to meet the Diamo’s. We stared at each other for several agonizingly long seconds. Then, he lifted his hand, beckoning to me. “Come here, my child.” I lightly kicked at Zeno’s shin until he moved, and I slipped past him into the aisle.  I had no idea I could walk this well, when I was trembling this much.

7 - Solera

Ma begrudgingly sat, and the Diamo did as well as the Stoli moved between us all, passing around the warm clay mugs. I clutched mine, looking up and meeting the honeyed gaze of the one with short-cropped curly hair. Faint freckles dotted her dark russet cheeks, and she blinked a little harder when a lock of hair fell into her lashes. I smiled my thanks, my gaze trailing after her for a second until the Diamo leaned forward, his attention trained on Ma.

8 - Cilia

The double doors boomed open, the soot-grey lady—Cilia, if I remembered her name correctly—met my gaze before looking down, watching her step as she made her way to us.  Her robes were a dark, royal blue today and unadorned with embroidery. They rippled around her ankles as she hurried, then stopped a few steps above the cobblestone. Her night-dark eyes locked with mine, her expression carved as if from granite. “Thala.” I nodded, lost for words. “A pleasure to meet again.”  “Yeah,” I muttered lamely, and Ma unlatched the back of the cart, letting it down so we could slip out.

9 - Calio

Calio set the plate on the tiny table, then hobbled over to where the chair sat, dragging it back over to it.  “Hungry?”  I shook my head.  “Don’t worry, child. I ain’t gonna touch you.” I gulped, watching him sit in the chair. “What’s yer name?”  “Th-thala.”  “Arteras’ girl?” I nodded, and he pursed his lips, nodding too. “Sorry for yer loss. Good man, that.” He inspected me for a moment, without the hunger in his eyes that the other men had. Rather, with concern. Fatherly concern. “You should eat, you know. Long journey ahead.” 

10 - Mitha

But…wait…something accompanied the monster. A human. No, a fish? Both?  It—no, she, I could see that now—swam up to me, her hair like mine, swirling around her face and shoulders. There was something familiar in her air, something I could not place. Not until she brushed her hair back to look at me properly.  Ma. Relief; pure, sweet, and unadulterated. Relief as I had never known. It flooded me, filled me, warmed me. She was here, she was really here, after days, weeks…ages, it felt like, of wishing I could see her. But…how? Her hands cupped my face, her golden-brown eyes searching mine, my expression. “You are safe now. You have nothing to fear here.” The lines of concern etched in her brow and around her eyes and mouth soon sketched a smile. “What is your name, my child?” Ah. Not Ma.

[baiju-bawara]

Want to ask you out (with an intention of)

" Akhiyan ki talwar mere kaalje ko chhole hai, Khaand khake jaami thi jo itta mitha bole hai,

Gore gore gaat pe hai jache suit kala chhori, Gach tera tora khoobsurti ke roley hain,

Chhoriyan nu rakhe Jitt Rani si bna ke, Sun bernay mein Chhora shuve uss gaanv ka ! "

"Jeevan ko chhora befikri me kaate... Haiga laadla bhagat bada Bholenaath ka" 📿🧿

[ajjud96]

Gujarati logon ki aadhi zindagi to ye samjhane me nikal jaati hai ki khaman aur dhokla dono alag dish hai😐

Aur aadhi ye samjhane me ki yahan sab mitha nahi khate😞

[albeolambda]

fax and mitha

with @graveyardzhift :3

[connecttofood]

Unpacking Motichur laddu

I Like to eat it Will You?