#payal anklet

[fashion-jewelry]

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[taraashjewellery]

The Timeless Charm of Silver Payal- A Symbol of Femininity and Tradition

In the vast tapestry of Indian culture, certain adornments hold a special place, not just for their aesthetic appeal but for the deep-rooted traditions they represent. Among these treasures are silver payals, or anklets, which have adorned the silver ankles of women and girls for generations, imparting a subtle grace and a melodious tinkling with every step.

A Glittering Legacy:

Silver payals have been an integral part of Indian heritage for centuries, tracing their origins back to ancient times. Their significance extends beyond mere decoration; they are symbols of femininity, marital status, and prosperity. In many cultures across India, the wearing of anklets is believed to enhance the aura of a woman, lending her an aura of grace and elegance.

A Melody in Motion:

One of the most enchanting aspects of silver payals is the gentle tinkling sound they produce as the wearer moves. This delicate melody is not only pleasing to the ears but also adds a rhythmic quality to the wearer's gait, enhancing her presence and drawing attention to her every step. It's no wonder that poets and artists have often likened the sound of anklets to the music of nature, evoking images of cascading streams and rustling leaves.

Timeless Elegance:

While fashion trends may come and go, the allure of silver payals remains timeless. Whether adorned with intricate filigree work, colorful gemstones, or simple yet elegant designs, silver anklets complement a wide range of outfits, from traditional sarees and lehengas to contemporary ensembles. Their versatility makes them a favorite accessory for women of all ages, from young girls participating in cultural festivities to brides on their wedding day.

Symbolism and Tradition:

In addition to their aesthetic appeal, silver payals carry deep symbolism in Indian culture. For married women, anklets are not just ornaments but a reflection of their marital status and prosperity. It is believed that the gentle tinkling of anklets wards off evil spirits and brings good fortune to the household. Similarly, for young girls, wearing anklets is often considered auspicious, signifying their innocence and purity.

Modern Interpretations:

While the traditional significance of silver payals endures, modern designers are infusing new life into this age-old adornment with contemporary twists. From minimalist designs suited for everyday wear to bold statement pieces that make a striking impression, there is a silver payal to suit every taste and occasion. Moreover, the use of eco-friendly practices and sustainable materials is gaining traction, reflecting a growing awareness of ethical fashion among consumers.

Preserving Heritage:

As India undergoes rapid modernization, there is a renewed emphasis on preserving traditional crafts and heritage practices. Artisans who specialize in crafting silver payals play a vital role in keeping these age-old traditions alive. By supporting local artisans and embracing handmade jewelry, individuals can contribute to the sustainability of these crafts while also owning a piece of history imbued with cultural significance.

Conclusion:

Silver payals are more than just accessories; they are symbols of tradition, femininity, and grace that have stood the test of time. Whether worn as a cherished heirloom passed down through generations or as a contemporary expression of style, anklets continue to captivate the imagination and evoke a sense of nostalgia for a bygone era. In a world that is constantly evolving, the timeless charm of silver payals serves as a reminder of the enduring beauty of our cultural heritage.

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[mysticflavia]

Footnotes of Fashion: How Silver Anklets Make a Statement

Fashion is an art form that allows individuals to express their personality and style. In the intricate world of accessories, silver anklets for women stand out as timeless pieces that make a bold statement. These delicate adornments not only add a touch of glamour to one's ensemble but also carry cultural significance. In this blog post, we'll explore the rich history of silver anklets, delve into their cultural roots, and unravel the various ways in which these footnotes of fashion continue to make a resounding statement in today's modern world.

The Historical Elegance of Silver Anklets:

Silver anklets have adorned the ankles of women for centuries, transcending cultural boundaries. Their history is a fascinating journey through time, linking various civilizations and reflecting the evolving trends of each era. In ancient Egypt, silver anklets were a symbol of wealth and status, worn by the elite to showcase their prosperity. In India, anklets have been an integral part of traditional attire, with silver being a favored material for its intrinsic beauty and affordability.

As time progressed, silver anklets found their way into different cultures, each incorporating unique designs and meanings. The Greeks believed that wearing anklets protected one from evil spirits, while in some African cultures, they were worn during rituals and ceremonies. This historical tapestry highlights the enduring allure of silver anklets and their ability to transcend geographical and cultural boundaries.

Cultural Significance:

In many cultures, silver anklets are not merely accessories; they hold profound cultural significance. In India, for example, silver anklets are an essential part of a bride's trousseau. Known as "payal" or "pajeb," these anklets are often intricately designed and may feature bells that produce melodious sounds with every step, symbolizing the arrival of the bride. The tradition of wearing silver anklets continues beyond weddings, becoming a part of everyday adornment for women.

In other parts of the world, silver anklets are worn as symbols of spirituality or protection. Some believe that the subtle tinkling of the bells wards off negative energy, creating a harmonious aura around the wearer. The cultural diversity associated with silver anklets adds depth and meaning to these accessories, making them more than just embellishments.

Contemporary Elegance:

In the modern era, silver anklets have seamlessly blended into contemporary fashion, becoming versatile accessories for various occasions. The beauty of silver lies in its ability to complement both casual and formal attire, adding a touch of sophistication to any ensemble. From simple chain anklets to more elaborate designs featuring charms and gemstones, the options are vast, catering to diverse tastes and preferences.

One of the reasons silver anklets remain popular is their ability to adapt to ever-changing fashion trends. Whether paired with a bohemian maxi dress for a summer music festival or combined with heels for a night out, silver anklets effortlessly enhance the overall look. Their versatility makes them a must-have accessory in every woman's jewelry collection, offering a timeless elegance that transcends seasonal fads.

Expressing Individuality:

Fashion is a form of self-expression, and silver anklets provide a unique canvas for individuals to showcase their personality. The variety of designs available ensures that there is an anklet for every style – from minimalists who prefer subtle, sleek chains to those who gravitate towards bold, statement pieces adorned with intricate charms.

For those who appreciate a touch of bohemian flair, silver anklets with feather or dreamcatcher charms evoke a free-spirited vibe. On the other hand, anklets featuring gemstones like turquoise or amethyst appeal to those with a penchant for the mystical. The ability to mix and match silver anklets allows individuals to curate their own style, creating a fashion statement that is uniquely theirs.

The Rise of Handcrafted Silver Anklets:

In an age where mass production dominates the fashion industry, the allure of handcrafted silver anklets is on the rise. Artisans around the world are embracing traditional techniques to create one-of-a-kind pieces that tell a story. Handcrafted anklets not only showcase the skill and artistry of the maker but also add an element of exclusivity to the wearer.

Supporting handcrafted silver anklets not only contributes to the preservation of traditional craftsmanship but also promotes sustainability. Many artisans use ethically sourced materials, ensuring that the beauty of the anklet extends beyond its aesthetic appeal. The resurgence of handcrafted silver anklets signifies a shift towards conscious consumerism, where individuals seek meaningful connections with their possessions.

Caring for Silver Anklets:

While silver anklets are undoubtedly exquisite, they require proper care to maintain their luster over time. Silver is prone to tarnishing, a natural process caused by exposure to air and moisture. To keep silver anklets looking their best, it's essential to store them in a cool, dry place and avoid contact with harsh chemicals such as perfumes and lotions.

Regular cleaning is also crucial to prevent tarnish. A gentle polish with a silver cleaning cloth or a mixture of baking soda and water can restore the anklet's shine. Embracing these simple care practices ensures that silver anklets remain a cherished part of one's jewelry collection for years to come.

Conclusion:

In the ever-evolving landscape of fashion, anklet silver for women stand as enduring symbols of elegance, tradition, and individuality. From their historical roots to their contemporary appeal, these footnotes of fashion continue to make a statement that transcends time and cultural boundaries. Whether worn for a special occasion or as an everyday accessory, silver anklets add a touch of timeless charm to any ensemble, making them a must-have in every jewelry collection. So, the next time you hear the soft tinkling of silver anklets, remember that each step is a statement, a celebration of history, culture, and personal style.

[ek-ranjhaan]

Mere gande pairon ko itna pyaar dene ke liye tq y'all♡

Payals are such a mood..

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[aahanna]

These desi anklets/payals have my heart ❤️

[ashru-premika]

Sometimes I wonder, why did we give up on these? Bhartiya fashion was aesthetic before people even knew what aesthetic was. No fancy hair pin can ever win against a gajra, no bracelets will ever win against bangles, no fancy anklets will win against traditional payal and no plastic earings will ever even be able to compete with jhumkas.

(Pictures from Pinterest.)

[thef1diary]

Carlos buying payals for you and kneeling down, raising your foot up to his thigh as he puts it on for you 🧎🏻‍♀️

Won’t be the first time he’s down on his knees for you 🤭

For my non-desis: payals = anklets

He would walk in the room as you’re finishing up with your skincare routine, just winding down for the night when you spot him through the mirror, a sheepish grin on his face, holding a hand behind his back. He turns you around to face him and before you can speak, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. It’s over too quickly for your liking, chasing his lips for one more as you rest your arms around his neck. He mumbles against your lips, telling you that he has a gift for you since you didn’t look like you were going to let him go anytime soon. He eases himself out of your grasp and brings his hand out that was hidden away from your view. He’s holding a set of payals, crafted from gold and adorned with intricate gems and little bells, creating a soft, melodious sound with each movement. You gasp softly, your gaze meeting his briefly before falling to the payals in his palm. Carlos lowers himself to one knee, tapping his thigh as a silent instruction to rest your foot on it so he can hook his gift around your ankle. You watch with love, how he delicately secures the jewelry before his thumb grazes your ankle and trails upwards, teasing.

[featheredclover]

For the historical AU- courtesy: @arshifiesta , @hand-picked-star , @phuljari

I present ' Carmine Veils' a SS.

Can also be read on Wattpad.

Chapter One

Next chapter

The smoke rose up with a menacing roar. The remains of houses were still burning with a light, visible miles away. Tapping his gun against his knee, Babu gathered his accomplices around him. They had burnt a whole village today. Some had managed to escape despite their vigilance.

“ Shabash! Not even a single stable was spared! And don’t be disheartened that a few escaped. They will make sure that buffoon Shashidhar realises our worth”

A meek young boy of seventeen spoke out “ Babu bhai, what do we really want from the ki- Shashidhar?”

“ Money in return of peace to his kingdom “

In that moment, the mask slipped and revealed the greed in his eyes.

The night had lost its warmth. Babu had his sights on the throne and everything it kept dear.

- - - - - -

Chandragupta hurried towards the king’s chambers. He clutched the letter tighter in his hand.

It couldn’t be. The king couldn’t have already given orders. He hoped desperately for some delay.

Shashidhar sat hunched over pieces of paper.

Without glancing up, he called out “ Bolo, Chandragupta. Have you decided to stop speaking to me as well?”

Chandragupta felt his lips twitch, but managed to reply.

“ Let go of those papers Maharaj, I have got the best one for you”

Shashi raised an eyebrow “ You seem awfully sure”

Without a word, he offered Shashi the letter.

A few minutes passed by, where only the swish of the windchimes was heard in the room.

“ Go ahead “, Shashi said, his face betrayed by only a glimpse of hope in his eyes.

Chandragupta smiled back and took his leave.

——————

She lightly stroked the kitten as it purred. Her other hand held a book, shielding her from the glare of the sun.

Payal’s scream reached her ears moments before her anklets.

“ Khushi! Didn’t you hear me? The new guard is here! And he is so dreamy! Lavanya met him and she had the audacity to flirt with him. Can you imagine? Haw! Why are you still reading that book? Your dashing bodyguard is here!”

Khushi shut her eyes and attempted to control her fury. She was a sensible girl. Payal was not to be blamed, neither was Lavanya. Neither was this guard her father had hired. She grudgingly admitted to herself.

But her father? He had to be blamed.

It had been two weeks since she had been told her wings were going to be clipped. She could no longer go with her friends to the market, climb trees to eat fruits or steal some time away by swimming in the river.This new guard will keep her safe from the threat of the rioters.

Why couldn’t her father understand that she was more than capable of handling herself? He had trained her himself since she was 8 and from the past few years he even brought the famed warrior Manorama to teach her the art of war. But the attacks had put everyone on the edge and she will have to suffer for it now. She wished for one of the rioters to show up in front of her now, a slice of her sword would do the job before he had time to blink.

“ Greetings rajkumari “

Khushi felt her heart thump. She sat up inelegantly as she realised she had failed to realise when Payal had made herself scarce and this tall man wrapped in white robes had entered her chamber.

She froze.

The white turban sat regally on his head. A white scarf covered his face, leaving only his eyes for her to gauge him from. She had never seen this perfect shade of brown on anyone, she wondered absently. She had heard poems describe such eyes and suddenly it was imperative that she see him.

She stood on shaky legs, walking towards him.

Her hand rose to free the white scarf from his face.

She stopped breathing.

The facial structure was remarkable. His nose was textbook patrician. Something stopped her from detailing his features further.

Embarrassed now that she had not even addressed his greeting. Rather she had attacked the scarf on his face, she took a hasty step back.

“ Arnav Singh at your service, rajkumari”

He spoke again. And then he smiled.

Khushi forgot her own name.

Chapter Two

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND SS: Madaari

Madaari - Puppeteer. Trickster. Magician. Conjurer. A street performer who entertains the public by training (torturing) animals to dance. 

Warning: none | Word Count: 1316

#Chapter 1

When Shyam Manohar Jha had walked into her life, his kindness was beyond any she had ever faced. Strength, courage, wit and decency. These were the pillars of his character.

She was going to marry the man who saved her and perhaps stepped into the role of her provider long before any relationship was formalized between them. Any woman would be blessed to be engaged to the man whose personality bore striking resemblance to his namesake God. 

Except Khushi was far from happy. Everything was right,  but it was not.

“Jalebi?” Shyam asked, breaking Khushi’s chain of thoughts as he passed her a plate of sweets from a sweetshop on their walk back to Buaji’s house. His gifted bracelet and engagement ring sat heavy on her hand. Could she have developed an allergy to metal? When Rahul had put bangles on Anjali’s hands in her favorite movie, butterflies had blossomed in a young Khushi Kumari Gupta’s stomach. 

Yet Khushi did not feel any butterfly, except dread, settle in the pit of her stomach as their wedding approached.

But she did feel it once, when her anklet was returned, but her heart was not. 

“Ah!” Khushi shrieked, the hot syrup of the store bought jalebi burning her mouth. Shyam rushed to bring her a bottle of water. Oh, this burn was nothing compared to her wounds from Diwali. Khushi threw away the jalebi, the fake food coloring staining her hands, the chemical sweetner leaving a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.

If her father was not paralyzed, he would have a fit over people selling cheaply made sweets by presenting it as authentic Lucknowi jalebis in Delhi!

Even the ‘a’ of authenticity was not there in this terrible jalebi! How someone could pull wool over anyone else’s eyes was always beyond Khushi. 

“Here,” Shyam passed her the bottle of water, a sweet smile plastered on his face. Except this time his smile reminded her of chemical sweetners, his gaze just drifting to the skin between her dupatta and the neckline of her kurti. 

Shyam checked himself, offering his hand to walk the rest of the way back to Buaji’s. 

Khushi kept her hands to herself. 

— — — — —

Instinct must never be forgotten. Questioned, yes, challenged, yes, but forgotten? Never. Khushi never revealed her doubts to any of her family members - how did Shyamji know that Akash and Payal were engaged even before anyone had told anything to Shyam? Why was he suddenly so hostile against the Raizadas? He was a stranger to them, was he not? He vowed to dissolve the talks of marriage between them, then how were they in a situation where the marriage was being rushed, instead? Did she actually hear Shyamji’s voice on Khushi’s chat with Anjali? 

“Hey Devi Maiyya,” Khushi whispered to her angel faced Goddess lying on her study desk, “guide me.”

And she did. 

Clues fell across Khushi’s face like an unexpected shower in Delhi. Suspicion and fear squeezed the breath of out Khushi’s lungs.

She did not pray, nor hope. 

She did not know what she was expecting at all. 

By the time Khushi reached the terrace to call the ever elusive jija-ji, she reached the conclusion she tried to deny for days. There was no way she, and her family, could’ve been blinded so easily. But her hands shook as she watched the familiar form, the sweet voice and common laugh. With a soft turn in the blinding sun, the truth couldn’t have been more stark. 

Her fiancé, was the very married Shyam Manohar Jha.

— — — — 

Khushi’s body shook in rage and disbelief. Her mind scrambled to find logic. Who in their right mind would play such a twisted game to go after a nobody despite being married to one of the most wonderful woman from an illustrious family? Her palm still stung from the slap she had delivered moments ago. 

Her hand though, felt relieved without the ring and bracelet. 

Should she tell the truth to Anjali? What about Payal’s marriage? How dare he deceive her family! 

“Watch it!” Khushi stumbled into Arnav and collapsed on the floor. She tried to put together the pieces of his broken cup but her mind could not function. What could she tell him? That her fiancé was a married man? It is his beloved sister’s husband? 

Would he trust her? 

Had he ever trusted her? 

What about his heartbreak? 

Arnav had never recovered from becoming an orphan. He would not survive this heartbreak. 

Despite a maddening urge to throw herself into his arms and have his strong shoulders lift the burden hers, she left the safety of his embrace and ran as far away as her feet could take her. 

— — — — —

How would Payal take the news? What would happen to her impeding marriage? Mami ji would rejoice at the first step to break this alliance! What about Babuji? How would he bear this heartache-

“Khushi ji!” Shyam cried, pulling Khushi away from an oncoming car. 

“Please, what if something happened!” Shyam attempted to hug her but Khushi shoved him away, adjusting her dupatta further around her body. He disgusted her. 

Shyam’s face crumpled at her reaction, he tried to reach out and hold her hand, but she swiftly turned around and ran down the street.

“Khushi, please listen to me!” Shyam huffed, chasing Khushi. The audacity of that man! But what if his intentions wee further malicious? Just how could Khushi protect her and her family?

“Khushi ji if you don’t stop I’ll kill myself!” Shyam threatened, stepping in the middle of the busy road, waiting for one of the oncoming cars to hit him. 

For half a second Khushi wished one car would run over him… but she couldn’t take it anymore. 

Shyam never saw the car coming in his direction, because Khushi jumped in and pulled him out of danger. 

He did not get to thank her as well as the car pushed its breaks a little too late - throwing Khushi headfirst on the ground. 

— — — — —

Shyam waited in anxiety as the doctors checked on Khushi. He had taken Khushi into a private clinic, a couple of kilometers away. As much as he loved her, he could not afford the accident to gain attention nor any of their familiar hospitals recognize Shyam.

Goddamn Arnav and his charities. 

There were already too many loose strings. 

Shyam stepped by Khushi’s side, watching her pale face in morbid fascination. She looked beautiful even when she was nearly dead. For a moment Shyam was tempted to inject a painless lethal chemical into her saline. 

She deserved to die in peace, after all she still loved him enough to save his life at the cost of hers. 

And unfortunately, his one and only true love had become a hindrance and distraction in his plans. She knew too much, far too much. 

Shyam caressed her cheek and slid his hand to her throat. This was the most difficult decision in his life. She was so delicate, that he knew one strong squeeze would give him the desirable outcome. 

His gaze settled on her soft lips. 

A parting kiss was in due. 

Farewell, my dear, Shyam whispered, leaning down to kiss and choke her to death when her eyes fluttered open. He froze. The doctor too stepped in at the exact moment, forcing Shyam to retreat his hand. 

Khushi sat up on the creaky hospital bed. She held her head, wincing at the pain.

“Careful, you’re recovering from a head injury.” The doctor gently warned Khushi, checking her blood pressure before writing prescriptions and handing it to Shyam. 

“Doctor sahab, when can I go home?” Khushi whispered, still holding her head in her hands.

“Don’t worry, you can leave today itself but for that,” the doctor turned to Shyam, “please call a family member to sign her discharge papers.”

“Oh he can do it,” Khushi interjected, “he is my fiancé.” 

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A/N: Yes, I am evil. Enjoy :D

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[love-anddeepression]

DESI SHENANIGANS WITH MIGGY#2

wehave kamal hassan cameo :D

"ispiderman ispiderman tu ne churaya mera dil ka chayn-"

"baby, WHAT?"

"SHARON SHARON-"

-humming songs and bopping your head while you cook together, only for you to stop and scream when he adds curry leaves to hot oil to make dal

-literally you bolt and wait till that part of cooking is done

-mig would like fried karela i said what i said(i hate it sm) olive theory 2.0 fr

-pls i want to watch jodhaa akbar with him and blush during the sword scene and the IN LAMHON KE DAAMAN MEIN

-and bffr jab we met is his jam. he'd love it its his comfort move

-loves the stronger bite of thums up, will drink it if its there, much to your chagrin

-u give him a sip of filter coffee that your paati taught you to make and hes a goner

-KAMAL HASSAN AVVAI SHANMUGI(bollywood folks its chachi 620) he'd get emotional watching the reunion parts

-him helping you put your jewellery on when you get ready, you pinning his sherwani pin properly like a desi version of a bowtie

-PAYALS HIM PUTTING ON YOUR ANKLETS FOR YOU AND KISSING YOUR ANKLES

-you dont dance much but during a sangeet? please. besides you're too gone to concentrate on how youre dancing youre in your zone and he loves it

-undoing your safety pins when yall get home, helping each other undress

-lmfao you get stuck trying to remove your blouse and he has to help you as you lowkey panic

-look, as desi girlies, we have the body hair and it can be an insecurity, esp if ur surrounded by family who call you unhygienic if you dont shave, even though you like shower and take care of yourself

-mig doesnt give a SHIT you think body hair, something natural bothers him? nah doesn't matter where the hair is, arms, legs, underarms,back, toes, fingers, stomach, BOOBS, ahem down there, its natural and its normal

-as long as ur comfy and clean, hes happy

-fuck the parlour didis who make us feel bad for being normal and if you feel sad he'll do everything in his power to reverse it.

-order ur favorite snacks, kiss you silly, make tea(that almost works)

-ur love is literally sirivennela incarnate

THE LYRICS HELLO?

SHE IS THE IMAGE OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN CREATION? PLEASE-

=he never knew gandhi was a grade A asshole until he met you

-you both bond over ur shared hatred of the british gov

-"jaan?"

"yeah?"

"can you steal the kohinoor?"

*sigh* "querida, for the tenth time, as much as i would LOVE to, no i cant"

:((((

-if hes pissed yk how to get him to laugh

"jaan, jaan, mig, mig;

"WHat."

after a few moments of silence, a lazy grin makes its way onto your face as you bend a little

*deep breathe*

"ISPIDERMAN ISPIDERMAN-

[iloveyouandcatss]

Most beautiful thing a man can do is buy you payal(anklet) and puts them on for you!!🥹💗

[silveriumjewels]

Baby Silver bell Anklet Sterling Silver Gold Bell Payal with Amazing Noisy Jingle Bells Belly Genuine Payal sterling silver gold bell ankles

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