#radha moodboard

[mausamii]

Naino mein sanson mein jiske kisna, har pal hai jivan mein jiske kisna, woh ‘Radha’ hai

[shotsyfeather]

राधे तेरे चरणों की ′गर धूल जो मिल जाए सच कहता हूँ, भगवन, तक़दीर सँवर जाए  ❤️🕉️🦚

[stfulara]

Krishna after defeating putana, vatsasur, bakasur, kalia, aghasur and Kamsa himself:

"mein toh bas ek sadharan sa gowala hun 🤷"

[aahanna]

मेरी लगी श्याम संग प्रीत ये दुनिया क्या जाने ||

[kanha-ki-fangirl]

हर बात समझना सदा संभव नहीं राधे समय समझाएगा

Krishna moodboard pt 2

Pics from Pinterest

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

बाकी दिनों तो तुम ही ऑफिस जाने से पहले चाय बना के देती हो

लेकिन Sunday के दिन में तुम्हारे लिए चाय बना रहा हूं

और तुम किचन के प्लेटफॉर्म पर बैठे बैठे मुझे कविताएं सुना रही हो

क्योंकि तुम्हें कविताएं बहोत पसंद है और मुझे तुम्हारी आवाज़

फिर चाय बनाने के बाद सोफे में तुम मेरी बांहों में लेटे लेटे चाय पी��ी हो

मेरे एक हाथ में चाय का कप है और दूसरे हाथ से में तुम्हारे बालों को सहला रहा हूं

क्योंकि तुम्हें मेरा बालों का सहेलाना बेहद पसंद है और जो तुझे पसंद है वो मुझे कैसे नहीं पसंद हो सकता।

और इसी तरह sunday की शाम हम एक दूसरे से गप्पे लड़ा कर पसार करते है।

Shyam writes

[heyyshonaa]

same radha-rani, s a m e.

― [found this on pinterest]

[nainawithspecs]

A little Rohini piece because I think she is extremely cool and also extremely underrated!

Rohini is not a woman of a lot of words.

And this is not particularly a secret to anyone in Vrindavan. She partakes occasionally in the discussions of milk and grains, lends a hand to Nanda in politics and calculations, sneaks in a suggestion to Krishna for clevering his antics here and there, but, ultimately, finds peace in curling up by the window, the afternoon sunlight falling languidly on the book in her hand.  

She is unsure, then, of how exactly it is that she gets roped into being the head of entertainment for the little girls of the village, that too for a full evening.

The adults are off to a wedding in the neighboring village, the boys are out frolicking in the fields, and the girls, not allowed out in the dark alone, are staring up at her with expectant eyes from where they sit cross legged on the ground.

“What,” she begins, and hopes her tone does not betray the confusion she feels. “Would you all like to do?”

“Can we play battle like the one they show in the nataks?” one from the fifteen responds, her red bindi rising with her eyebrows in eagerness.

“I do not think that would be very wise,” Rohini states, and the abundance of knives as well as children in the house, alongwith the lack of battleground proportions of space makes her believe she is right to do so. She would like to return the girls to their parents with all their organs intact. 

“We could weave a garland then?” 

This time it comes from the front, from the girl in braids and a blue choli. Radha. 

The unofficial leader of the gopis and the partner in crime in most of her nephew’s mischiefs, smiles excitedly at Rohini, and animatedly adds, “I saw Yashoda Kaki bring in a basket full of flowers today. We could all sit around and weave it together.”

Most of the girls nod in agreement.

It is not a bad idea at all, but, “She had to use all of them for the puja this morning, I am afraid.”

Radha’s moon-like face falls, and Rohini feels a slight pang of regret. 

The kid just beside Radha immediately declares. “Take us to the wedding. I heard the food there is delicious.”

“It will be over by now, Lali,” Radha pouts, looking into the distance. 

“And we can not go to a wedding empty handed,” a girl from the middle row pipes up, seemingly scandalized. “Right, Kaki?”

Rohini hides an amused smile at the exchange. “Quite right. And besides,” she looks over at the bright young faces. “I must confess, I happen to be completely in the dark in regard to whose nuptials are even taking place.” 

The girls exchange glances among themselves. There seems to be a silent mutual understanding when Radha leans ahead to whisper conspiratorially, “Us too, Kaki.” A pause. “I think that is why we were not invited.”

Rohini leans ahead too, and drops her voice to her level. “I think that is why I was not invited either.”

The young ladies break out in giggles and Rohini, surprisingly, finds herself joining them. 

“Weddings should be about food, not the names.” Lali huffs. “Nobody cares about them.”

“True. The fight over food makes better stories than most of the bride and grooms,” another girl, adorned with green bangles and a leaf crown, asserts.

Radha suddenly gasps, deep brown eyes lighting up. “Kaki! Why don’t you tell us a story? I have seen you reading everyday. You must know so many.”

There is murmur of agreement in the gathering and Rohini is surprised that why had she not thought of it.

“Yes,” Rohini breathes out, “I do know quite a few.” She may perhaps not be a words person, but stories to her had always been more about art rather than language. More a painting rather than ink. “And to suit the occasion, some of them happen to involve weddings too.”

There is a cheer from the gathering as Rohini beacons them closer. This time, the expectant eyes and eager expression are more than welcome as she begins, “There was once a king who wanted to marry a princess from a different culture. She agreed but first placed two demands about her god and freedom…”

When the boys come back, they are shocked to see the gopis chatting away with Rohini late into the night, hanging on each and every word of hers like a sacred thread.

When the grown ups come back, at the crack of dawn, they are left confused at the sight of kids asleep around Rohini in Yashoda’s aangan, as the crisp, almost orange light falls on the royal princess reading between the dozing forms, lightly stroking Radha’s hair who’s asleep on her lap.

(Years later, when Krishna kills Kansa and becomes the Lord of Mathura, when Subhadra comes into their world and when all Vrindavan is allowed to be is a distant unimportant village, Rohini weaves a tale to her daughter to lull her into a slumber and dares not dwell on why her heart recalls a hazy laughter filled evening and hurts itself so.) 

[daughterofruins]

Desi Couple Moodboard

Tu ban ja gali Banaras ki mai shaam talak bhatku tujhmein

Tagging:-

@alhad-si-simran @chanda-chamke-cham-cham @vellibandi @aura-ka-simp @tumhari-bhairavi @mainapnifavouritehoon @tumharimummykibahu @trashmeowcan @misssclumsy @irlparvati

And anyone who likes it<3

[vagmis-blog]

🌼SHRI RADHIKA

Jinke jivan se kuch kho dene ke darr ki kami hoti hai

Unki hansi anmol hoti hai

[mausamii]

Jo hai albela madnainowala, jiski deewani brij ki har bala, woh ‘Kisna’ hai

[shotsyfeather]

बनता है क्यूँ तू पगले खुद ही खुद की बाधा तू भी ढून्ढ ले खुद में जा के कोई मीरा कोई राधा

Pictures from Instagram

[bansheet]

baffled by this actually. what does any of this have to do with radha or krishna. why is the taj mahal (a tomb built by shah jahan, a mughal emperor, for his wife) here ?? where are the cows – what do you think a "gopi" is, it literally means milkmaid. i'm SO confused genuinely..

mythology meme: mortals (3/7) — radha

in hindu mythology radha was a gopi who became the beloved of the god krishna 

[aahanna]

"Radhe Krishna, the divine union of souls"

In the quaint village of Barsana, a child was born to King Vrishabhanu and Queen Kirti. They named her Radha, and she was a divine soul, destined for greatness. However, Radha was born with closed eyes, as if waiting for a special moment to open them.

The parents consulted sages and astrologers, who revealed that Radha's blindness was not a curse, but a choice. In her previous life, Radha had prayed to the gods to be born blind, so she could see Lord Krishna first with her heart, rather than her physical eyes.

Years passed, and Radha grew up with an extraordinary inner light. She would sense the presence of Krishna, who would visit her in the form of a gentle breeze or a soft whisper. Their bond deepened, and Radha's heart eyes saw the beauty of Krishna's soul.

One fateful day, Krishna arrived in Barsana, and Radha's heart skipped a beat. She sensed his presence, and her eyes miraculously opened, beholding the radiant face of her beloved Krishna.

Their eyes met, and the universe witnessed the union of two souls, destined to be together. Radha's blindness had been a test of faith, and her heart had seen the truth all along.

- RADHE RADHE

[rc-catalog]

🖊️ FANFICTION:

RAM DOOBAY

Fate by @agattthaa | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

Belong by @agattthaa | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

An Aftermath of Episode 8: A Life for a Life by @webanglikethat | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | TW: major character death (Devi’s brother), angst, guilt, grief | T

Midnight Tryst by @zealouscanonindeer | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

You Can't Always Get What You Want, But If You Try Sometimes, You Might Find, You Get What You Need by @zealouscanonindeer | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

You Know How I Love You by @secret-fungi | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | TW: smut, adult themes | M

Under the Orchid Tree by @secret-fungi | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

"We Said Our Legacies Were Timeless (But We Were Not)" by @webanglikethat | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | TW: violence, death, description of injuries, bloodshed, including fatal injuries, emotional distress | T

Covered in You by @notmissinginaction | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | T

DORAN BASU

Rain by @agattthaa | Deviya Sharma x Doran Basu, onesided Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | TW: unrequited love | T

RADHA BASU

Ours by @agattthaa | Deviya Sharma x Radha Basu | TW: mention of a sexual relationship | M

Crave by @agattthaa | Deviya Sharma x Radha Basu | T

Maybe by @agattthaa | Deviya Sharma x Radha Basu | T

🖼️ MOODBOARDS:

Kali Flame of Samsara Moodboard by @liykaii | G

Deviya Sharma by @webanglikethat | Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay | G

The Fire Swallows All: Devi Moodboard by @mikaelsrose | G

Devi x Ram by @webanglikethat | G

Tere Bina Kya Wajood Mera by @webanglikethat | Devi x Ram | TW: death, skeletons, gory heart | T

For You Are Mine by @webanglikethat | Devi x Saraswati | G

🧵WEB WEAVING:

On Deviya Sharma + Saraswati Basu by @webanglikethat | G

On Deviya Sharma + Ram Doobay by @webanglikethat | TW: mentions of death | G

🎨 ART/EDIT:

Kali Flame of Samsara Edit by @ratanslily | G

Don't Like Anyone That's Not You by @a-cloud-for-dreams | TW: blood, violence | G |

[piyatosenainanalaagere]

Moodboard for Radha

I didn't grow up in a religious family the first time I heard about her was when I was in senior kg it was janmashtami our school celebrates it and would make a kid from junior kg Krishna and a kid from senior kg Radha my teacher really liked me so she told me be Radha when I asked who radha was she said Krishna's lover but obviously kids don't know what love is so I asked my mom what my teacher meant then she told me that Krishna and Radha are eternal lovers meaning a never ending love story, I didn't completely understand but I hope just like her I too would one day get a never ending love story.💖