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Abhijeet - Ole Ole 1994

Abhijeet Bhattacharya is an Indian playback singer who primarily sings in Hindi Film Industry. Apart from Hindi, he has also sung in other languages including Bengali, Marathi, Nepali, Tamil, Bhojpuri, Punjabi, Odia and his native language Bengali both in West Bengal and Bangladesh. Abhijeet has sung 6034 songs in more than 1000 films. He was nominated for Forbes Popular 100 Indian Celebrity in the year 2014.

Yeh Dillagi (This Cheerfulness) is a 1994 Indian Hindi-language romantic comedy-drama film directed by Naresh Malhotra and produced by Yash Chopra. Based on the 1954 American film Sabrina, its story revolves on two brothers (Akshay Kumar and Saif Ali Khan) who fall in love with their family driver's daughter, Sapna (Kajol), a successful model. The film released on 6 May 1994, and emerged as a commercial success, grossing ₹10.8 crore against its ₹1.6 crore budget.

At the 40th Filmfare Awards, Yeh Dillagi received 4 nominations – Best Actor (Kumar), Best Actress (Kajol), Best Music Director (Dilip Sen, Sameer Sen) and Best Male Playback Singer (Abhijeet for the song "Ole Ole"). The film's soundtrack album contains seven songs composed by Dilip Sen-Sameer Sen. It became one of the top three best-selling Bollywood soundtrack albums of 1994, with 4.5 million sales. The song "Ole Ole", sung by Abhijeet was a hit at the music charts. "Ole Ole" was remixed for the 2020 film Jawaani Jaaneman.

"Ole Ole" received a total of 68,2% yes votes!

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Dibujo del día: un gentleman que odia las rosas 🌹💐

➡️https://getinkspired.com/es/story/398245/hasta-el-cuello/

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I recently watched Salaar!

It was recommended by Netflix and I decided to give it a try. I didn't think I would like the movie though. It's not like I don't enjoy dystopian stories or action movies. But the movies involving mindless violence, hypermasculinity without any proper story and context put me off.

But I was intrigued by the intro and the dynamics between Deva and Varadha. Deva held a live wire to get Varadha's nose-ring back. In the next scene Varadha protected Deva and his mother by giving up his territory. And not just any territory, but his biggest territory. It showed the regard both of them hold for each other. Then the whole 'Salaar' lore is narrated by Baba and Varadha calling Deva, 'his Salaar'. I couldn't wait to watch more of their interactions.

Hence, you all can imagine my disappointment when the next scene wasn't about them, but the story of an Odia movie named 'Agastya'. I had watched it years ago and knew that it was a remake of a Kannada movie. I haven't watched the original movie though.

I persisted through the first half of the movie with a hope of seeing Deva and Varadha onscreen again. Tbh, the first half was not that bad with the mystery behind Amna and Deva's behaviour, the 'Prathi Gaadhalo' song and Radha Rama-Obulamma co-dependent relationship.

And I don't have words to describe the second half of the movie. I can only say, I am completely obsessed with 'Deva and Varadha'.

I am not someone who's into homoerotic movies/books. Simply because, I have a history crushing on fictional characters and love to imagine myself in place of the heroines. Or if I don't like the heroine's character, I imagine a new story with an OC.

But something about the relationship of these two characters, has me hooked.

I have already watched the movie in Telugu, Hindi and now watching it in English. I think I am going to watch it in all languages. The only movie I had watched in all languages was 'Bahubali 1 & 2.' I will definitely not stop until I have analysed each and every scene, character and relationship.

I will definitely be disappointed if in the second part, they will make Aadhya a love interest of Deva. I know, Indian Cinema hasn't evolved enough to show 'Deva and Varadha' as a couple. But showing their happy ending with 'legendary atoot dosti' is enough for me. But I can never imagine Deva choosing Aadhya over Varadha. That would be an offence.

I can't wait for the second part to be released. And do tag me when you all write fanfictions/posts on 'Salaar'.

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Headcanons of Buck Bumble yeah yeah

• El puede seguir comiendo cosas como el nectar y otros frutos, pero no lo hace mucho a temor de dañar su nuevo sistema interno. / He can still eat things like nectar and other fruits, but he doesn't do so much for fear of damaging his new internal system.

• Los niños del grupo/colmena lo adoran y les parece genial el hecho de que sea una abeja cyborg, cada vez de que él vuelve de una misión muchos de ellos corren hacia el para que les cuente esa historia. / The children in the group/hive adore him and think it's great that he's a cyborg bee, every time he comes back from a mission many of them run to him to tell them that story.

También muchos se preguntan cómo duerme, una parte dice que simplemente duerme y otra parte piensa que se tiene que cargar como batería. / Many kids also wonder how he sleeps. Some say he simply sleeps and others think that he has to be charged like a battery.

• Le gusta bailar breakdance, incluso hace competencias amistosas (si es que termina sus misiones o se las salta sin querer xd) / He likes to breakdance, he even has friendly competitions (if he finishes his missions or skips them accidentally xd)

• No tiene un visor, también le modificaron sus ojos que pueden cambiar de visión infrarroja a una normal (desde el punto de vista de los demás abejorros) / He doesn't have a visor, and his eyes have also been modified so that they can change from infrared vision to normal vision (from the point of view of the other bumblebees).

• Hablando de modificaciones, también tiene instalado un eco localizador. / Speaking of modifications, it also has an echo locator installed.

• En actitud y personalidad puede ser directo ya sea a propósito o sin querer, a veces suelta groserías y se llega a auto censurar para no recibir regaños de los demás integrantes, al conocerlo a profundidad se puede ver que es amigable y muy leal. / In attitude and personality he can be direct either on purpose or unintentionally, sometimes he swears and censors himself to avoid being scolded by the other members, when you get to know him in depth you can see that he is friendly and very loyal.

Si le pides un favor o le pides hacer una promesa, lo hace o lo hace. / If you ask him for a favor or ask him to make a promise, he does it or does it.

• Puede llegar a hablar de forma sarcástica y hacer bromas. / He may speak sarcastically and make jokes.

• Odia levantarse temprano. / He hates getting up early.

:,( Moment:

• El tiene momentos en que se cuestiona a si mismo que llega hacer crisis de identidad, se puede estar viendose al espejo por muchos minutos hasta incluso horas. / He has moments when he questions himself and becomes an identity crisis, and can look at himself in the mirror for minutes, even hours.

• Hay abejorros que lo miran raro y hasta llegan a decir que dejó de ser uno de ellos a pesar de que se modificó a su propia voluntad. / There are bumblebees that look at him strangely and even go so far as to say that he stopped being one of them even though he modified himself of his own free will.

• No tiene tan buena relación con su padre que digamos… Su padre siempre le decía que tenía que hacer algo útil y nada que él hacía le parecía suficiente. / He doesn't have a very good relationship with his father, so to speak... His father always told him that he had to do something useful and nothing he did seemed good enough to him.

Y por eso fue una de las razones por las cuales se quiso convertir en guardia y se modificó. / And that was one of the reasons why he wanted to become a guard and changed.

• El tiene temor de que alguien más quiera convertirse también en un cyborg, es una decisión donde no habría vuelta atrás. Si llegara a pasar eso, él haría lo posible de convencer de que mantenga su *humanidad / He is afraid that someone else might want to become a cyborg too, it is a decision from which there is no turning back. If that were to happen, he would do his best to convince them to keep their *humanity.

*Digo, que se mantenga como un abejorro común, me entienden? / *I mean, let it stay like a common bumblebee, do you understand?

• Buck también a estado en desacuerdo con algunas misiones que la resistencia le indica hacer, aunque la mayoría sean en destruir casi todo, hay otras que para él llegaron al extremo. / Buck has also disagreed with some of the missions that the resistance has told him to do, although most of them involve destroying almost everything, there are others that for him went to the extreme.

• El agradece de que le hallan mantenido las emociones y sentimientos (digamos que es un milagro, porque me imagino que modicar el cerebro es un caso delicado), pero a veces se frustra con ellos ya que si se altera demasiado puede sobrecalentar todo su cuerpo y no funcionaría bien. / He is grateful that his emotions and feelings have been preserved (let's say it's a miracle, because I imagine that modifying the brain is a delicate case), but sometimes he gets frustrated with them because if he gets too upset he can overheat his entire body and it wouldn't work properly.

Si no vamos a tener otro juego, le inventaremos lore.

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If we're not going to have another game, we'll make up lore for it.

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Habla tu espejo (Habla tu espejo) - Cuarteto de Nos x Alfons, Harrison, and Lancelot.

It's not an official translation, I'm sorry if I make a mistake. English isn't my first language.

Mirame cuando te hablo, sabes quién soy

Look at me when I speak, you know who I am

Ya nos conocemos y si me buscas siempre estoy

We know each other and if you look for me I will be there

He sido tanto tiempo un solitario testigo

I've been a lonely witness for so long

Que creo que a esta altura soy tu único amigo

I belive at this point I'm your only friend.

Colgado en la pared de tu cuarto te espero

Hanged on the wall of your room I'm waiting for you

Sé que con nadie que no sea yo serás tan sincero

I know that you won't be a sincere as you are with me than with anyone else

Porque no sé mentir, inventar ni fingir ni falsear

Because I don't know how to lie, or Pretend, of fake.

Digo lo que es y no lo que querés escuchar

I say wath it is and not what you wish to hear.

Veo en tu cara el barullo que impera en tu cabeza

I can see in your face the din in your head

Veo cuando la culpa supera tu vergüenza

I see the share exceeds your shame

No intuyo, veo el amor escondido en tu orgullo

I don't intuit, I see the love hidden in your pride.

Me miras, pero soy yo el que veo a través tuyo

You look at me, but I'm the one who sees trough you.

Soy el único que te mira a los ojos

I'm the only one who looks at your eyer.

El único que está contigo cuando estás solo

The o ly o q who is with you when you are alone.

El que sabe lo que es estar en tu pellejo

The one who knows what is to be in your skin

Mirame cuando te hablo, habla tu espejo

Look at me when I speak, your mirror speaks

Soy el único que aguanta tu mirada sin vacilación

I'm the only one that stands your hesitating in your gaze

Soy el único que está contigo cuando todo terminó

I'm the only one who is with you when everything ended.

El único que ve lo que no querés mostrar

The only one who can see what you don't want to show.

El que puede a tu furia y a tu rabia calmar

The one that can make your Fury and rage cool down

Soy el único que tus secretos nunca revelará

I'm the only one that won't revel your secrets

Te veo ir, te oigo llegar, sé cuando traes problemas y cuando vas por más

I see your go, I see you arrive, I know when you bring problems and when you leave for more.

Y cuando no estás sé que me extrañás

And when you're not here I know you miss me.

Porque andás en agua turbia

Because you're in cloudy water

Y en agua turbia no te podés reflejar

And in the cloudy water you can reflect.

Soy tu cuerpo sin corazón, tu cabeza sin memoria ni razón

I'm your body without heart, your head without memory or reason

Tus venas sin sangre, tus glándulas secas

Your veins without blood, your dry glands.

Tu piel con las marcas, pero con sus historias huecas

Your skin with marks, but with empty stories

Soy de tu espíritu la mueca

I'm from your spirit the grimace

Veo en tu boca las palabras que nunca dijiste

I see in your mouth the words you never told.

Veo en tus ojeras el cansancio como un quiste

I see in your eye bags the tiredness like a cyst

Te veo preocupado sin nadie a tu lado

I see you worried with no one in your side

De un tiempo a esta parte no te he visto ni bien ni mal acompañado

From some time ago I haven't see you either good of bad accompanied.

Sé que el otoño me odia porque no tengo nostalgia

I know fall hates me because I don't have nostalgic

El verano porque su calor no sentiré

The summer because it's warm I won't never feel

La primavera porque nunca me enamoro

The spring because I never fall in love

Y el invierno porque soy mucho más frío que él

And the winter because I'm much more colder than it.

Soy el único que aguanta tu mirada sin vacilación

Soy el único que está contigo cuanto todo terminó

I'm the only one that stands your hesitating in your gaze

I'm the only one who is with when everything ended.

El único que ve lo que no querés mostrar

The only one who can see what you don't want to show.

El que puede a tu furia y a tu rabia calmar

The one that can make your Fury and rage cool down

Soy el único que tus secretos nunca revelará

I'm the only one that won't revel your secrets

Pero es poco lo que puedo hacer acá colgado

But there's little I can do here hanged

No puedo corregirte si estás equivocado

I can correct you if you are incorrect

Ni decirte que no barras tus pecados bajo la alfombra

Not even tell you to not sweep your sins under the rug

Soy tu reflejo, pero también el de tu sombra

I'm your reflect, but also your shadow

No tengo prejuicios, no acepto, ni rechazo

I don't have prejudices, I don't accept, I don't reject

Pero hay veces que ni yo querría estar en tus brazos

But there's time when not even I want to be in your arms

Mirame estoy acá, soy real, cambia lo que ves

Look I'm here, I'm real, change what you see

Pero soy el mismo, espejo y no espejismo

But I'm the same, mirror and not mirage

Impenetrable, inhabitable, no tengo moral, ni ideales

Impenetrable, uninhabitable, I don't have morals, nor Ideals

Identidad ni credenciales, límites ni umbrales

I'd nor Credentials, limits nor Thresholds

Sin razón de ser más que ser tu escondite

Without reason of being more than your hiding spot.

Solo existo para que me necesites

I only exit for you to need me

Soy el único que aguanta tu mirada sin vacilación

I'm the only one that stands your hesitating in your gaze

Soy el único que está contigo cuanto todo terminó

I'm the only one who is with when everything ended.

El único que ve lo que no querés mostrar

The only one who can see what you don't want to show.

El que puede a tu furia y a tu rabia calmar

The one that can make your Fury and rage cool down

Soy el único que tus secretos nunca revelará

I'm the only one that won't revel your secrets

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[darlenetheangel]

Hello, maybe there are two or 3 people who wonder about the game or Dalene in general, when I was writing the script I realized that it took a direction that I didn't want it to take, Dalene's life is very dramatic that it seems that destiny hates her, He has a stalker ,she fails in his goal He has a twin who loses his wings due to experiments he did on himself to be a seraphim, his younger brother had problems when he was created and was almost corrupted by a succubus, I'm just trying to make it sound more cartoonish and less gloomy so I don't know what I'll do, I'll have to rewrite the story

Hola, tal vez hay dos o 3 personas que se preguntan sobre el juego o Dalene en general, cuando estaba escribiendo el guión me di cuenta que tomó una dirección que no quería que tomara, la vida de Dalene es muy dramática por lo que parece. que el destino la odia, tiene un acosador, ella fracasa en su objetivo, tiene un gemelo que pierde sus alas debido a experimentos que se hizo a sí mismo para ser un serafín, su hermano menor tuvo problemas cuando fue creado y casi fue corrompido por un súcubo, solo estoy tratando de que suene más caricaturesco y menos sombrío así que no sé qué haré, tendré que reescribir la historia.

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La cáscara del fruto de un cactus, Noor Hindi

a partir de Solmaz Sharif

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Querido K,

¿Has soñado con granadas esta semana? Siempre hablabas del reflejo de los granados en los ojos de tu abuelo. Si la historia es una mujer de manos suaves sirviendo té negro, entonces que haya luz de sol, un sillón blandito, un joven palestino que entra por primera vez a su casa. ¿No es maravilloso? Que la mujer sea judía, sin que haya nada político en la forma en que anhela la seguridad de su hijo, ni tampoco en los años transcurridos entre 1948 y 1974, años que tu abuelo pasó llorando la tierra que usó para plantar aquellos granados. En esta versión de la historia, hay algo de perdón. Ven, ven, ella te llama. Todo cambiará. Tal vez le recuerdes a su hijo, tienes su misma tez aceitunada. Tú entra. 

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Querido K,

Esto es real. Me cuentas historias. Repites ¿entendiste? y ¿me oyes? como si no te creyera. Odias la forma en que interrumpo Al Jazeera, la forma en que hago preguntas. Tu cuerpo está hundido en nuestro desgastado sillón beige. Cada hora que hablamos me pregunto si alguna vez harás contacto visual. ¿Me mirarás? Los hábitos palestinos mueren porque los cuerpos palestinos están muriendo: están muertos. Pasa todos los días. Les importa un carajo tu abuelo, cómo pasó muchos de sus días mirando el techo, inhalando humo de cigarro, dependiendo de las Naciones Unidas para comer, para refugiarse. Año tras año, tú revoloteabas a su alrededor: inquebrantable.

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Querido K,

En una foto, estás a su lado, con una pequeña sonrisa, pantalones de vestir y un suéter. Me dijiste una vez que él te quitaría el miedo a golpes. ¿Es por eso que tienes una historia de hostilidad? Mi mamá dice que le escribías cartas de amor. Ella rompió todas y cada una de las notas que le diste y luego las quemó. Este conflicto continúa. Me pregunto cuánto de ti había en esas páginas.

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Querido K,

Imagina un día en la vida de un niño palestino de 13 años, lo llamaré     .     arroja una piedra a un tanque israelí porque Israel sólo autoriza que los residentes de Gaza tengan entre dos y cuatro horas de electricidad al día. Un soldado israelí atrapa a     , lo pone frente a un muro y amenaza con dispararle.     piensa en las nubes, en lo mucho que le gustaría saludarlas algún día.      eras tú, eres tú. En un sueño, mi bisabuela huye de su casa, con una olla sobre la cabeza para protegerse del sol. Quizás si hubiera tenido menos sed de tu amor éste sería más grande, más fuerte, más profundo.

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Querido K,

¿Recuerdas los frutos de cactus que siempre traías a casa? La cáscara del fruto del cactus tiene cientos de espinas como pelillos que se esconden bajo su superficie. Siempre sabías el lugar exacto que debía cortar la hoja del cuchillo para abrir la parte dulce del fruto. ¿No es eso el amor?

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Las partes en cursiva de este poema están tomadas del discurso del primer ministro israelí, Benjamin Netanyahu, en la Asamblea General de la ONU de 2016, el 22 de septiembre de 2016. 

the shell of a cactus fruit, noor hindi

after Solmaz Sharif

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Dear K,

Have you dreamt of pomegranates this week? All the time you would talk of the pomegranate trees that reflected from your grandfather’s eyes. If history is a woman with gentle hands pouring black tea, let there be sunlight, a soft chair, a young Palestinian boy entering his home for the first time. How remarkable is that? Let the woman be Jewish, and let there be nothing political about the way she yearns for her son’s safety, about the years between 1948 and 1974, years your grandfather spent mourning the dirt he used to plant those pomegranate trees. In this version of history, there is some forgiveness. Come in, come in she beckons you. Everything will change. Maybe you remind her of her son, how you both share the same olive-skinned complexion. You enter. 

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Dear K,

All this is real. You tell me stories. You repeat did you get that? and do you hear me? like I won’t believe you. You hate the way I interrupt Al Jazeera, the way I ask questions. Your body is collapsed on our tired beige couch. Every hour we talk makes me wonder if you’ll ever make eye contact. Will you look at me? Palestinian habits die because Palestinian bodies are dying -- are dead. It happens every day. They couldn’t care less about your grandfather, how he spent so many of his days staring at a ceiling, inhaling cigarette smoke, relying on the United Nations for food, for shelter. Year after year, you hovered around him -- unbreakable.

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Dear K,

In a photo, you stand next to him, wearing a small smile, dress pants, and a sweater. You told me once that he would smack fear right out of you. Is this why you have a history of hostility? Mom says you wrote love letters to her. She ripped each and every note you ever gave her, then burned them. This conflict rages. I wonder how much of you existed in those pages.

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Dear K,

Imagine a day in the life of a 13-year-old Palestinian boy, I’ll call him        .          throws a rock at an Israeli tank because Israel will not allow more than two to four hours of electricity a day for residents in Gaza. An Israeli soldier catches          , lines him up in front of a wall, then threatens to shoot.  thinks about clouds, how he’d one day like to greet them.          was you, is you. In a dream, my great-grandmother flees her home, a pot held over her head to keep from the sun. Perhaps if she had thirsted a little less your love would be greater, stronger, more profound.

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Dear K,

Remember the cactus fruits you would always bring home? The shell of the cactus fruit has hundreds of hair-like thorns hiding under its surface. You always knew the exact place the blade of the knife must slice to open the sweet part of the fruit. Is that not love?

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The italicized parts of this poem are taken from Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s speech at the 2016 UN General Assembly on September 22, 2016. 

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[ikeas-gayest-table]

Would you ever add any out of text moments in your fic? And are we gonna see any more of Vi and Haley or Odia and Alex's private messages?

i can definitely answer the second one— yes!! i looove private message writing because irs so funny to me, so i am definitely adding more of those during the course of both the seperate relationships. in fact i am planning to write them into the next chapter!! i just think watching them message each other and seeing how their attitudes change (yeah im mostly talking about haley) as they get closer could be better shown thru these

the first part however, i was never planning to write actual like “story” into the fic. it’s supposed to be something silly and story-less, however if actual story sprinkled into it is what the general consensus deems to be important, then i’m happy to oblige

[cooljanethv]

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[dulcewrites]

Omggg I just thought of the funniest (and saddest) thing. All my #gleeks out there will get this reference. But I’m thinking about how modern/djats au reader and aemond tell their parents about her being pregnant

- it’s the first time both families are meeting each other. Viserys and Rhaenyra included (both Aemond chose not to be around with if he can help it).

- reader’s parents are already :/ about the relationship bc they hear about Aemond being a musician in music school. They want their little girl with a lawyer or doctor I fear. But they pull up to this huge house, one Alicent got in the divorce love that for her, and are like okayyy 👀👀👀

- dinner is pretty awkward. Viserys is trying to tell stories about Aemond when he was kid. Mind you Aemond is trying to blow his dad up with his mind

- Alicent offers reader wine and she panics for a second. Lies and says red wine makes her break out. Rhaenyra comments on her being so pretty… glowing really.

- suddenly, aemond asks everyone to move to living room. Reader starts getting cold sweats bc she thinks they are just gonna sit down and tell everyone

- but then he brings out his bass and an amp and she’s like ???

- guys he wrote a song about her being pregnant. Like a cringe worthy song about them making love and that love turning into a baby. It’s bad (and sweet but mainly bad)

Very much this:

- reader is MORTIFIED. Aegon thinks it’s hilarious (he always thought he’d be the one bringing home a pregnant girl), Helaena is shocked. Daeron is excited to be an uncle. Viserys is just bopping along not getting it bc he’s an idiot. Alicent wants to cry. Rhaenyra wonders why she never hung out with younger siblings before.. they’re hilarious.

- the funniness of the sitation dissipates when reader’s father basically disowns her in front of them. Alicent tries to step in but her dad is pretty adamant about if she keeps the baby/stays with Aemond, she can’t expect them to be there for her :(((

- viserys does something right for once in life and kicks them out

- Alicent ends up going to every appointment with them. Rhaenyra recommends the doctor she used to have jace Luke and joff

[ramayantika]

More Baby Samridhi who was cuter with some chotu stories and captions to infect you with baby fever @indiansapphic (sirf aapke kehne pe madam)

1. Partial classic vishnu pose. Also here I am one year old and dadi told me that I used to sit like that and spit with an attitude. Baby samridhi couldn't help it she was awesome lol

2. Baby me staring into your eyes because I could probably read you. You passed my baby self vibe check. Due to my little tummy I have an odia nickname which means a fish.

3. Ft. My twin brother but I was photogenic from birth aur camera se pyar pehle bhi tha aaj bhi. And many of my baby photos include me catching the camera lens at the right time. So the other baby cousins and my twin brother had to see photos without them knowing anything I was busy expressing with my eyes

4. The Boss Baby (yes that's my twin again)

5. Why do I dance? I have been doing that since my days as a chutku baby. That lowkey seems like bhangra though