#rehna

[doyouneeddirection]

This fine specimen of a man

This movie

The songs in this movie

MADDY

[not-a-kaleshi-saanp]

Jab tumhe realise ho ki bhenchod ye to degree hi galat hai....but just in the 3 rd year 💀🤡😭

[timetravellingkitty]

okay actually he's right. ganesh is cool. his head is not his actual head. he rides a mouse. he removes obstacles. he eats laddoo (THAT SHOULD BE ME!!) and he symbolises new beginnings. there's even a ganesh idol that stares at me everytime I'm working and it's surprisingly motivational. who's doing it like this elephant guy

[misssclumsy]

Hot logo se Durr raho kab evaporate kar jayenge pata bhi nahi chalega

[whatsleftofdishaa]

Need pahadon vale mutuals jo mujhe apne ghr pe rakhle 😔

[ink-dreams-ffxiv]

Prompt 18: Hackneyed

(( nod to both @autumnslance and @gunbun , we all seemed to be on the same wavelength. Aeryn and Thancred with Tiona here. ))

Raisha mused; she was not surprised that Rehna had fallen asleep to the sounds of the rain falling on the cabana and the waters below the open deck. She was however surprised that her young scholarly type had fallen asleep while reading. The tawny haired Viera carefully took the slim cheaply printed book from the red haired Miqo’te’s hand, and peered at the pages. She of course already knew what she would find, a, what did Sahxa call them? A bodice ripper of a story which was what it was. That mother and both daughters read them were very amusing to Raisha, she just couldn’t plumb their depths, and each story seemed a repeat of every other one. This one though, must have been incredibly bad; Rehna had too much respect for the written word to fall asleep with a book in hand.

“Kami but it was horrible. It was a patchwork of hackneyed ideas and tropes, none of it worked, how it ever made it into print, I have no idea. I won’t even send it to Sahxa or Mahmah, it would be a waste of time. I just hope I can convince the book seller to at least let me have a pel or two back for it being in good condition still. I’ll even accept one of her more roughly handled books if she will just take it off my hands.” Groaned Rehna after being teased by Raisha, her Viera lover was right though; the book was truly so bad, she couldn’t even remember the last two chapters she had read. She wasn’t quite sure if she had actually read them, or if she had already drifted to sleep before her eyes finally got the message and quit reading.

[desifleabag]

People who always get late and are never on time. Fuck you. Seriously. I am tired of being with such friends who don't value other people's time.

[padhai-likhai]

Tumko bhi.. hai khabar

Mujhko bhi.. hai pata

Ho raha...hai judaa

Dono ka.. rasta

[baiju-bawara]

Why it's always "Blind love is always called infatuation" and never "Mausam Mausam… Tha Suhaana Bada... Mausam Mausam… Maine Dekha Usse... Hua Main Paagal Bas… Pal Bhar Mein... Aake Basi Hai Woh… Mere Mann Mein... Uski Kami Hai Ab Jeevan Mein... Woh Door Hai Meri Nazron Se Kyon Usse Main Chaahoon" <3

[siya-sayani]

Ek wo wakt tha ek aaj hai, dard kal bhi tha aaj bhi, dost tab bhi nhi aaj bhi, uss wakt ummeed thi bas.... ab nahi

[topnotchquark]

Thinking about all the NFAK songs built around the act of looking at the lover. How there is an exploration of the manner in which the sight of the lover engages with the beloved. The sight being the first sense that interacts with the beloved, and what that means to the lover. How sight lets you build what you want to make of your beloved without touching them. Akin to how one might interact with god because one can't touch god.

"Kiven Mukhre ton Nazra Hatawan" being an ode to how you can't take your eyes off the one you love because you see god there. "Je tu akhiyan de saamne ni rehna" being this sulky, pouty demand you make to your love to return your heart if they are not going to be there in your sight always. "Akhiyan Udeek diyan" a reminder to your love that your eyes are waiting for their arrival, to get a glimpse of you. "Chaap tilak sab cheen" being about how the lovers world collapsed when their eyes met their beloved's. "Ye Jo halka halka suroor" literally telling the beloved that its their gaze that is responsible for this constant state of inebriation that the lover finds themselves in. A love so intense, so potent, that even when the least invasive sense is exposed to it, it's enough to capture a whole gamut of human emotions.

[ink-dreams-ffxiv]

Prompt 10: Stable

The slog was rough going. The thick mud of the roadway clung to her boots, clogging them up, and making her footing very unstable. If the mud wasn’t sticking to what was already imbedded, it was acting just like ice, trying to make her feet slide out from under her. Even the Alpaca train they had begun the journey riding, needed to ask the riders to get down and walk since even the animals were having troubles.

The rain wasn’t helping at all either. Everyone’s moods were getting more and more downtrodden. The caravan leader called a stop to give everyone a break once a hard pack of rock was found. The view of the valley below, even shrouded as it was by mist and the drizzling rain, made her breath catch. She was staring when she felt a rustling of her pack. She turned to find Raisha working the buckles, before lifting the small ukulele from the safety of the waxed canvas and leather. Rehna smiled, and nodded at the thought, then looked back over the valley, finding all the rainbows rising and falling through the mists.

Plucking the strings, humming each key, smiling to the curious looks, she began to play…

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dreamed of

Dreams really do come true… She continued to sing the tune, until she felt the need to make a slight change, a soft adjustment to the pitch of both her voice and the small stringed instrument, and she was off into another blending of lyrics… Well, I see trees of green and red roses too

I'll watch them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

(( Lyrics and inspiration:

The slog was rough going. The thick mud of the roadway clung to her boots, clogging them up, and making her footing very unstable. If the mud wasn’t sticking to what was already imbedded, it was acting just like ice, trying to make her feet slide out from under her. Even the Alpaca train they had begun the journey riding, needed to ask the riders to get down and walk since even the animals were having troubles.

The rain wasn’t helping at all either. Everyone’s moods were getting more and more downtrodden. The caravan leader called a stop to give everyone a break once a hard pack of rock was found. The view of the valley below, even shrouded as it was by mist and the drizzling rain, made her breath catch. She was staring when she felt a rustling of her pack. She turned to find Raisha working the buckles, before lifting the small ukulele from the safety of the waxed canvas and leather. Rehna smiled, and nodded at the thought, then looked back over the valley, finding all the rainbows rising and falling through the mists.

Plucking the strings, humming each key, smiling to the curious looks, she began to play…

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dreamed of

Dreams really do come true… She continued to sing the tune, until she felt the need to make a slight change, a soft adjustment to the pitch of both her voice and the small stringed instrument, and she was off into another blending of lyrics… Well, I see trees of green and red roses too

I'll watch them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

((Lyrics and Inspiration: Alle Farben, Israel Kamakawiwoʻole, and Robin Schulz))

[beomgyutruther]

kacha aam is . back there is hope for humanity

[ramayantika]

He sent me a video of his and I hadn't heard his voice since months. Usse dekh aur awaz sunnke realize hua ki his voice exists

[blueberrycheesecakesblog]

aaj youtube pe ek video dekhi

vo keh rahe the ki mei khush nahi rehna chahti

Ki mere kaandhe pe jo bojh hai vo mei halka kar sakti hun

bas sochna hai ki vo wahan hai hi nahi

aur mei pichle 13 ghante se vohi karne ki koshish kar rahi hun

3 ghante beete tab laga shayad vo sahi hai

phir mujhko bagal ke ghar se kisi ke chillane ki aawaz aayi

uske ek shan baad vo log hasne lage

aur mei wahan tham gayi

thandi mei kisi jammi hui jheel ke jaise

ruk gayi mei samay ke sath kyuki ek aawaz se mujhe yaad aaya mere bachpan ke kuch jhagde

han mere nahi the vo ladne ke leye

par unki cheekh toh abhi bhi zehen mei zinda hai

phir mene socha

mei khud khush nahi rehna chahti ?

aage ke do ghante jab tak mei shant hui

mene ek gaana sun liya

jo mei sunti thi har ek suicidal thought ke baad

aur mujhe yaad aaya ki mei kyu itni shiddat se hamesha ke leye sona chahti hun

phir kya tha

ek ek ghante bhadte gaye aur mei bikharti gayi

ek taraf bootkal ke bhooton se ladti rahi

Unke khauf se jhagadti rahi

Dusri taraf sochti rahi ki kya mei khush nahi rehna chahti?

aur mujhe ab samjh aa raha ki

aasan nahi hai theek hona jab itne saal aapko pata hi na ho ki aap beemar hai

Aasan nahi hai itni jaldi cheezon se ubharke aage bhadna

samjh mei aaya ki khushi koi cheez nahi jo me mere pass rakh saku

Ki khushi ko mei khud mei dhaal nahi sakti jab tak vo khud mere pass na aaye

Ki mujhe bas dhundhna hai chote lamhon mei usko

aur baaki lamhon mei jo mehsoos ho usko mehsoos karna hai bina dare bina soche ki agli cheez kab mehshogi mujhko

bheetar jo shor aur tadap hai jeene ki

us sab ke beech ek shanti hai khushi

nayi kavita likhne ke baad jo ek aas hoti hai

nayi film dekhne baad jab koi naya vichar mere palkon pe aata hai vo

And kai hazar cheezein jo mei shayad har dusre ghante dekhti ya sunti ya mehsoos karti hun vo hai khushi

ya uska hi ek pehlu

aur dono ke hi leye

mujhe jeevit rehna hai.

[delicatetaysversion]

okay ventpost time im bored and my period is late