#sitaramam

[desikanya]

SitaRamam🍂

15 years after receiving Ram's letter (3rd pov)

Kashmir, to most, is a paradise, a place where every corner whispers beauty. But for Sita, it was more than that—it was home. It was the place where she had precious moments with him, where every sunrise and sunset seemed to mirror the love they shared.

The mountains, the lakes, the air—they hold memories of laughter, quiet conversations, and love that feels eternal. In every inch of this land, she still feels Ram with her, making Kashmir a piece of her heart, forever intertwined with him.

Fifteen years have passed since she received Ram's letter, but it feels as if it were just yesterday that she ran away from Hyderabad to be with him. She still felt the exact moment when he looked at her, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, and asked, "I’m not an orphan anymore, right?" At that moment, every part of her screamed to tell him that she would choose him, again and again, without hesitation, no matter what the world threw at them. That in every life, in every universe, Sita would choose him. But those words, heavy with love and longing, stayed trapped in her chest, never leaving her lips.

All she could do was hold him, trembling, afraid that if she let go, he would vanish from her arms forever. His warmth, his presence, felt like the only thing that mattered, and in the silence between them, she could feel the weight of everything they couldn’t say. Even now, Sita carries that moment with her, a bittersweet memory, the promise she never voiced echoing in her heart. And it hurts, knowing that some words, no matter how much they are needed, are never spoken.

She came here every winter to relive the memories of her and Ram, to hold onto the love they shared during the limited time they had.

Sita sat on a chair in their house feeling the cold, serene wind of Kashmir around her. Wrinkles decorated her face and her eyes held the same spark she had.

As she admired the breathtaking view, her fingers subconsciously traced the contours of Ram's badge, the same one she had desperately asked him to bring back before it dried. The memories flooded her—the laughter, the quiet moments they shared, and the unspoken promises they made. That badge, worn and faded with time, held more than just a symbol of his presence. It carried the weight of her heart, of a love that had once been so tangible, so alive. And as she clutched it, she could almost feel him beside her, as if the badge still held a piece of him, a piece of their time together.

Now all she does is wait, wait for death to take her like an old friend, To the same place where her Ram is. To a place where they would be able to live their love a little longer than they did here.

I just wanted to write something about them, Idk what I wrote, I swear it was more beautiful in my head.

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Yours, Sita

Mid December of 1965, I remember leaving behind Hyderabad to find home, with you, in Kashmir. I had run away from the palace just a day after you had left. I remember turning up to your camp. You were there, with the rest of the troop. I remember your first words to me when we met.

"Nenu inka anaathani kaadhu kada?"

"I'm no longer an orphan, right?"

Why had you ever thought that way Ram? I wanted to tell you that very moment, that no matter how far apart we were from each other, no matter how many months we lived away from one another, you would always belong with me. And I with you. That no matter what kept us apart we would always tend to inch close to each other even if it was by just a footstep.

But you were too overwhelmed to listen to anything but a yes and so was I to do anything besides nod.

It has been over two decades since you've left. Your badge would've dried and dampened a million times since. I've been told all sorts of lies. That you were a traitor. That you traded the army's co ordinates to get out. None of it has affected me. But the one thought that constantly affects me is if you've forgotten that there is someone on the other side of the border, waiting for you. There's someone you have to return back to.

The home you left is still in the same shape, to hold onto as much of you as possible. I return to Kashmir only during the winter, because it is the only season which feels like home here. Because it is the only season I got to spend with you here. I try to replicate all my sarees to the ones you loved best. I still hold onto every little piece of trinket you brought me.

I will always regret not stressing on the fact that you have me, forever. And I need you too, forever. Will always regret that I couldn't let you know that in every lifetime, in every universe, I will choose you. That tommorow if you are Majnu I will call myself Laila, if you are Krishna I will name myself Radha. But for now you're Ram hence I will be Sita.

Yours, Sita

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This was a force writing sesh to get myself out of my writers block masked laziness ;)

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[grishaxverse]

best movie of 2022

[thecrazyinktrovert]

God took an extra day to create THEM. Fave characters Ft. Tollywood

1) Mrunal Thakur as Sita Mahalakshmi from Sita Ramam (2022)

2) Sai Pallavi as Rosie from Shyam Singha Roy (2021)

3) Anushka Shetty as Devasena in Baahubali 2 (2017)

More suggestions welcome in comments/reblogs!!

[iseeblossom]

Sita Ramam is not just a movie. It's a poetry.

the aesthetic visuals, the setting, the cinematography, the costume designing, the storytelling, everything literally screamed desi academia.

[akhilps29]

[shivaom99]

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[yehsahihai]

a very astute observation by me as @harinishivaa live texted me while watching fidaa

"Ram from sitramam and varun from fidaa exist on the same scale but at opposite ends of it. like, ram is all cool and he has a certain type of swag and varun is just a puppy trying to navigate life and love and failing."

[merafarmhouse]

निर्जला एकादशी की आप सभी को हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं।

[aurum-rays]

When you rewatch most childhood movies, the cult classics, the nostalgia rides, I realize how sexist and problematic they were, and I was secretly hoping Veer Zaara wasn't one of them (I watched it when I was like 10 so I don't remember). This movie surprised me.

Veer Zaara features strong, resilient female characters. Be it our protagonist Zaara played by Preity Zinta or the catalysts of the love story Saamiya (Rani Mukherjee) and Shabbo (Divya Dutta) or even Zaara’s mother (Kirron Kher) and her Bebe (Zohra Sehgal).

Zaara Hayaat Khan is a feminist, one who is against the societal norms laid for a woman. It's refreshing to see this in her introductory song "Hum to bhai jese hai wese rahengey" sung beautifully by Lata ji, but as this 3 hour musical drama progresses it gets disappointing to see Zaara whittle herself away to the same norms she was against in the first place.

Everyone around her constantly tells her it's her responsibility to be a good wife and a good mother and to guard the respect of their families. Zaara crosses the border to fulfill a final wish of her ‘BeBe’(grandmother) all by herself.

In the midst of a rescue operation, she demands her things be lifted off along with her all while hanging on to an Air Force professional in his uniform.

She pushes the crowded men away and speaks with authority "I have a ticket and I need to get on this bus". In all these instances Zaara is scared yet heroic. She phones her mother and tells her that all her life she didn't do anything and probably won't in the future too and will probably end up being just like her mother - a good wife and a good mother, so she wants to do this one thing so she can respect herself. This is what irked me. I understand she's from an orthodox family but she can still have dreams and ambitions. From the start of the movie, she is portrayed as a rebel, one who doesn't comply with societal norms and laughs in the face of stereotypes. I can only imagine how curious she would have been as a child. That alone is enough to give her some dreams.

She fearlessly tells Amitabh's character what he is doing is unfair to the girls. If I went to someone’s house for a day especially someone I barely knew, I wouldn't even dare to question their acts. Zaara does and she makes him spellbound. She doesn't go “I'm just here for one day so I’ll just mind my own business and leave”. She questions the injustice. "Imagine what girls could do if they were given the right education. Some of them might even surpass Veer".

I loved Zaara in all these scenes. She fearlessly stands up against mistreatment and calls them out no matter who the other person is. All this makes you root for her until it doesn't.

In a scene where Saamiya visits Veer's (Shahrukh Khan) hometown and finds Zaara there, she says to Shabbo "Yeh kis sadi ke log hai… ?" (transl. “Which century are these people from?”)

That's exactly how I felt too. “Kon hai ye log? Kahan se aate hai?”( transl. Who are these people? Where do they come from?) Spending their whole lives in the name of the person they never got to be with. Sacrificing everything and working to fulfill someone else’s dream. Zaara has always been that kind of person. She crosses borders to fulfill her bebe's wish and gives all her life to fulfill Veer and his Tau’s wish. She keeps doing everything for others. She spends her life making others’ dreams come true. She lives her life in the memory of her lover. This also reminded me of Sita aka Princess Noor Jahan from Sitaramam (also maybe Madarasipattinam's Amy).

If Saamiya saw these women she'd again say "Kon hai ye log?"

Even after decades of releasing love stories on-screen this "sacrificing" trope hasn't changed and remains to be a classic which I am not a big fan of. Why do these characters not have any characterization of their own? (Zaara) even if they do, it all changes when a man comes into her life (Sita/Noor Jahan). Ultimately the heroine has to either die or spend her whole life in the memory of her Romeo. (Remember what Mr. Dashwood says to Jo in 2019’s Little Women?)

Maybe I don't understand love stories. Maybe I don't understand love? I don't know. But I think in real life none of us are that insane to write our whole life in someone else’s name and live and breathe just reminiscing our lost lovers, at least I am not. Maybe that is why these movies will remain classics because they are too insane to happen in real life.

[voidsteffy]

hiiiiiii Manu, soooooo I watched Sitaramam AGAIN... 👩‍🦽‍➡️🥲

btw, how many times have you watched it? Also, very very imp question, what do you think Ram would be doing if he was not an army officer?

I'm dreaming of like an au🙈😭

oooooo hey anon! I watched it a few times actually! I haven't counted but I remember the details of the scenes well enough to be traumatized and left daydreaming.

If he wasn't an army officer, I'd think Ram would WANT to be a florist (connecting to my crackcannon of Ram not dying and remaining alive like Captain America so he can be the florist in Chup!)

He'd want to be a florist but I think he'll be more suited being Lucky Bhaskar (wink wink I'm so sorry)

Ok ok, seriously, I think he'll do well being a normal government employee in Madras or someplace because my man has a lot of domesticity factors. Cheering for him to come home early on a work day and Sita ALSO comes back early from her office and they just... sit on their big wooden swing that creaks and he pushes it every two minutes and they're at peace until they realize neither of them cooked anything for dinner so now they spend the rest of their time in the kitchen, pressed against each other, cooking and tasting and laughing. They'd end up eating dinner on the floor of the kitchen, abandoning their sturdy dining table, but they've never been happier.

(Looking forward to your au anon!)

[swiftiedits13]

Mrunal Thakur Edit #music #mrunalthakur #sitaramam #tollywoodactress #e...

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Writing a sita ramam angst which WILL be out today (I need to start giving myself deadlines)

If you're interested in dying a little with me or want to be part of the taglist please leave your mark in the notes

[grishaxverse]

PFP TWINSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

SO TRUE OF US AHHHHHHHHH

[thecrazyinktrovert]

Happy 1 year anniversary to this masterpiece!! We laughed with Sita, blushed as Ram flirted, danced with them in the songs and cried at the end.... The cinematography, acting, soundtrack, just perfect!! Sita and Ram forever 🦋♥️

[whippersnappersbookworm]

I really need someone to write fics on Sitaramam ...that is the only way my heart will heal 🥺.