#thali grace

[monarch-of-weird-girlboy-nation]

Jason : (nomming on carrots)

Thalia: DONT EAT THOSE YOU ARE ALLERGIC I REMEMBER THAT IT WILL HURT

Jason: I’m what?

Thalia: allergic! Like you’re gonna have an allergic reaction! Does your mouth feel itchy?

Jason: yeah… but it’s food. The idea of not eating food because it makes your mouth itchy is stupid

Thalia: what???!?!

Jason: well everyone knows that food is always scarce and hard to find and you have to earn food and it’s a privilege that can be taken away. So if I get carrots I have to eat them because if I don’t I might not find other food.

Thalia: …you know food is like… something that you have a choice with right?

Jason: that’s funny. No it’s not

@seulgishaku @freddie-77-ao3 @somewhereincairparavel

[healingwords]

Oof, the rust is real--but I’m makin’ a comeback bit by bit. 

[thetriangletiffin1]

[krishna-sangini]

That Midnight (Part 1)

“Garima! Where did you stash the puja thalis?” Samridhi’s voice rang out, laced with urgency, as she burst out of the kitchen, a temporary tent they had set up. “We’re so behind schedule, yaar! I need to set them up now!”

Arched over while carefully crafting an intricate rangoli, Garima didn’t even look up. “Bro, you kept them in that room yourself,” she shot back, her tone equally amused and exasperated.

Samridhi froze, her mind racing as the realisation hit her. She slapped her forehead in disbelief, then took off towards the temple complex’s only room with its roof still standing.

The once-forgotten, crumbling temple was alive with laughter and chatter as the ten girls filled the space with their vibrant energy. They had gathered to celebrate the birthday of their beloved Krishna, transforming the desolate place into a lively haven. The temple’s raised platform was framed by four broken pillars, each adorned with intricate carvings that told stories of nature in delicate detail.

At one end of the platform stood a life-sized idol of the Murlidhar, commanding awe with His serene presence. With a flute poised gracefully in His hands, He stood in the classic tribhanga posture—one leg elegantly crossed in front of the other, His upper body gently bent forward. His eyes were closed, lost in the divine music only He could hear, as if the ancient walls were waiting to resonate with His melody again.

The girls had stumbled upon the temple by pure chance. A month earlier, during a carefree picnic, their curiosity led them to wander into the dense forest. What they found was nothing short of a hidden gem—a forgotten temple, its artistic brilliance masked by years of neglect. The moment they laid eyes on the Krishna idol, something deep within them stirred. It was as if they had been here before, in another time, in another life. The idol seemed to beckon them, drawing them closer until they were seated before it, mesmerised. As they sat in its presence, they could almost hear the soft, enchanting notes of Banwari’s flute filling the air, wrapping them in a cocoon of pure bliss.

When Janmashtami approached, the girls knew no other place could capture the spirit of the occasion as perfectly as this temple. It wasn’t just a celebration—it was a homecoming.

In the present, the girls were a whirlwind of activity, transforming the dilapidated temple complex into a vibrant setting for their grand celebration. Dressed in elegant lehengas, they adorned themselves with the thought that their beloved Manmohan was watching. Every detail of their shringar was carefully chosen—each bangle, each jhumka, and each anklet was selected with love. The soft chimes of their bangles and the jingling of their anklets mingled with the gentle rustling of the night breeze, creating a symphony that breathed life into the stillness of the old temple.

They had lovingly prepared a brand-new outfit and intricate jewellery for their Keshav, crafting His favourite makhan the traditional way, just as He would have liked. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of reddish-orange, the girls began lighting small diyas, their ornamented hands moving with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. The diyas, lined up along the platform’s edge, flickered to life, casting a warm, golden glow.

The sunset's orange hues slowly surrendered to a deep, serene bluish-black, and the dark sky stretched overhead, adorned with a waning moon. Yet the night seemed unusually bright as if the heavens had blessed their celebration with a luminous full moon, lighting up the temple and the hearts within it.

“Bro, someone give me a lift! I can’t reach this stupid pillar. If it’s this tall even after being broken, it must have been massive back in the day!” Baanhi huffed, holding up an exquisite garland of lotuses, frustration evident in her voice.

The tallest of the group, Manyataa, couldn’t help but giggle as she sauntered over, her pink lehenga swishing with every step, bangles chiming softly. “Short-arse,” she teased, rolling her eyes as she effortlessly bent down and hoisted Baanhi by the waist.

In one swift move, Baanhi hooked the garland onto the pillar, her expression triumphant as she was gently set back down. Without missing a beat, she playfully swatted Manyataa on the shoulder. “Shut it, beech!” she shot back with a grin.

“Ayo, not in the temple, Baanhi!” Kesar scolded, giving her a light tap on the shoulder, her tone half-serious, half-amused. Baanhi’s bravado vanished as she scratched her head sheepishly, her eyes darting to the Krishna idol. “Sorry,” she muttered, as if apologising directly to Him.

“Manyataa, light up those mashaals, will you?” Dhruvi called out, tossing her a matchbox with a grin.

“Why me?” Manyataa groaned, glancing down at her friend with mock annoyance.

“Blame your height,” Dhruvi chuckled, already turning to join Saanjh, who was meticulously arranging the prasad they had prepared on an ornate plate.

With an exaggerated sigh, Manyataa made her way to the four pillars, each adorned with a fire torch. Striking a match, she lit them one by one, watching the flames dance to life, casting a warm, golden glow over the temple’s worn stone walls. The once-shadowed corners of the temple were now bathed in flickering light, the mashaals bringing a vibrant warmth to the sacred space.

The fragrance of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the soft glow of the firelight, creating an atmosphere of tranquillity that enveloped the temple. Once abandoned and forgotten, the ancient structure now felt alive, each corner brimming with the girls’ joyful energy and the quiet reverence of their preparations.

In one corner of the temple, Saanjh and Dhruvi carefully ladled creamy makhan from a large pot into smaller silver containers. Saanjh, focused on filling the last one, was startled by a deep voice behind her. “Wow! All these for me?”

Without thinking, she replied, “Who else do you think they’re for?”

“What?” Dhruvi asked, frowning at her friend, puzzled by the random remark.

Saanjh blinked, finally looking up from the container in her hand. “What did you just say?” Dhruvi repeated, covering the large pot with a lid.

“I…” Saanjh’s voice trailed off as the realisation dawned on her. She glanced around, but there was no one nearby except her friends, all busy with their tasks. She shook her head and dismissed it as her mind playing tricks on her. She shrugged it off and began arranging the filled containers on a large silver tray while Dhruvi moved on to help Soni sweep the temple floor.

But before she could fully refocus, Saanjh felt a gentle tug on her braid. The same deep voice teased her, “I can braid your hair better than you, sakhi. Want to give me a shot?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she spun around, just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of a teenage boy dressed in yellow garments disappearing behind one of the pillars, his playful giggle echoing through the temple. Saanjh’s pulse quickened, and she jumped to her feet, clutching her lehenga as she rushed to the pillar, hoping to catch another glimpse of him.

But when she rounded the corner, no one was there. The temple was silent, save for the distant chatter of her friends. The girl sighed, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over her. She shook her head and muttered, “What was I even thinking?”

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Dhruvi and Soni had just finished sweeping the temple floor and were now at the small pond nearby, washing their hands and resting before the grand puja. The pond’s surface mirrored the waning moon, which hung gracefully in the sky, accompanied by a scattering of stars that twinkled like jewels in the night. Lotuses floated serenely on the water, their soft petals creating a tranquil scene. The girls sighed in contentment, the peace of the moment sinking into their bones as they gazed down at their reflections. The gentle breeze stirred the water, causing their mirrored images to shimmer and dance.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Dhruvi noticed something—or rather, someone—beside her reflection. Her breath caught in her throat. There, in the rippling water, was the image of a man. Tall and majestic, he was clad in royal yellow attire, a peacock feather adorning his magnificent crown. Exquisite jewellery glimmered against his skin, but it was his face that held her captive—his celestial smile, so full of warmth and serenity, made her heart skip a beat. He looked like a vision of paradise come to life.

In a trance, Dhruvi reached out to touch the reflection as if she could connect with this divine presence by some miracle. But as her fingers grazed the water, the image dissolved into the ripples she had set off. She closed her eyes, letting a single tear escape. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she wiped away another stray tear, feeling both the loss and the inexplicable joy of the moment.

She turned to Soni, who was staring at her reflection in the pond, her face flushed with emotion, a streak of tears on her cheek. “I must be dreaming, sakhi…” Dhruvi began, her voice trailing off when she saw Soni’s expression mirroring her own—a mix of awe, joy, and disbelief.

“Bro, don’t tell me…” Dhruvi’s heart raced as she searched her friend’s eyes for confirmation. Soni nodded, a joyful laugh bubbling up as she said, “Looks like we’re both dreaming now.”

Dhruvi laughed with her, but curiosity got the better of her. “What did you see?”

Soni’s voice softened as she recounted her experience. While they were admiring the pond’s reflections, she had felt a gentle tug at her dupatta. Turning around, she had seen a boy, no older than seventeen, sitting cross-legged with his chin resting on his hand. His simple yet striking yellow garments, the peacock feather tucked into his headband, and the flute at his waist made him seem like a figure from a dream. But it was his gaze—those fond, adoring eyes that had made her heart melt and her cheeks burn with a mix of shyness and happiness. In a deep, soothing voice, he had said, “You are so beautiful, sakhi.”

Soni had closed her eyes, wanting to capture the moment forever. But when she opened them, he was gone, leaving her both elated and longing for more.

“Our minds are just playing tricks on us, aren’t they?” Soni whispered, a sad smile tugging at her lips.

“Mmhmm,” Dhruvi nodded, though her heart wasn’t fully convinced. She stood up, brushing away the last traces of her tears. “Shall we get going now? Midnight is almost here.”

“Oh, definitely,” Soni agreed, following Dhruvi’s lead as they made their way back, a sense of wonder still lingering in the air between them.

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Manyataa and Baanhi left the temple with two large, decorated earthen pots. Their mission was to collect water from the pond for bathing and preparing the Krishna idol for the upcoming puja. The path to the pond was filled with light-hearted banter and infectious giggles, the night air carrying their laughter. Manyataa was the first to fill her pot, but Agrata called her from a distance just as she finished. She signalled to Baanhi and, with the filled vessel balanced on her hip, made her way back to the temple.

Baanhi, now alone by the pond, went down on one knee, lifting the hem of her lehenga and tucking it securely at her waist. She reached for her pot, ready to dip it into the water, when she suddenly felt a forceful push. Her eyes widened in shock as she lost her balance, her heart leaping into her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the cold plunge into the water, and uttered a loud curse, expecting to be submerged any second.

But instead of the icy splash, she felt a strong hand gripping hers, halting her fall. Baanhi’s anger flared as she whipped around, ready to scold Manyataa for what she thought was a prank. “You think this is funny, Manyat—”

Her words froze on her lips. It wasn’t Manyataa standing behind her. Instead, a young man in his early twenties towered over her, his grip firm yet gentle. His skin was a deep, rich shade, glowing softly under the moonlight, and his deep brown eyes sparkled with a mischievous yet loving glint. A peacock feather adorned his headband, fluttering in the gentle breeze alongside his luscious curls. His divine yellow garments shimmered as if woven from the very light of the moon. Baanhi’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at his ethereal face, her anger melting away into awe.

With a playful wink, the man effortlessly pulled Baanhi to her feet. Her heart raced as she tried to process what was happening, but before she could speak, the man leaned in closer, his voice a soft murmur, “You curse a hell of a lot, huh, sakhi?”

Baanhi’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide in disbelief as a wave of bliss washed over her. The man chuckled, a deep, melodic sound that sent shivers down her spine. He gently took her hand from her mouth and, with a graceful motion, twirled her around. As Baanhi spun, tears streamed down her face, her emotions overwhelming her as she clutched her dupatta to her chest. But when she completed the twirl and faced him again, he was gone.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, her heart a tumultuous mix of grief and euphoria. The pond, the night, and the very air around her seemed to hold the echoes of what had just transpired, leaving Baanhi to wonder if she had truly seen the divine or if her heart had merely conjured a dream too beautiful to be real.

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Garima sat cross-legged before the Krishna idol, her fingers deftly working on the intricate rangoli. She was almost done, the delicate peacock feather design slowly coming to life under her hands. Just as she was adding the finishing touches, disaster struck. A sweeping rustle of fabric brushed across the floor, distorting the intricate pattern she had so carefully crafted. Her heart plummeted, and she froze, her hand suspended in mid-air. Angry tears welled in her eyes as she glared up, ready to lash out at the culprit.

But her fury dissolved the moment she saw him. Seated before her was a tall, dark-skinned young man, his luminous yellow garments shimmering in the soft light. His playful smile was as disarming as it was divine. “Oops! That’s on me,” he said, his voice teasing yet warm. “But don’t worry, sakhi. Use this as a reference, and you’ll complete it in no time.”

Before she could respond, he reached up and gently removed the delicate peacock feather from his headband. With a tender touch, he placed the feather in Garima’s hand. She stared at him, her breath catching in her throat, tears of disbelief and pure bliss filling her eyes. Her gaze shifted to the exquisite feather in her palm, so vibrant and real that it felt like a dream. But when she looked up again, he was gone.

The sudden emptiness hit her like a wave, and a soft sob escaped her lips. “What just happened…” she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to make sense of the ethereal encounter. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her heart still racing, and resumed working on the rangoli. But the image of that divine face lingered in her mind, as vivid as the colours she used. “I must be going mad for real,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Need some help with the rangoli, sakhi?” The voice startled her out of her thoughts. Madanmohini stood in front of her with a plate of fragrant jasmines.

“No, I’m good,” Garima replied, quickly composing herself and ensuring her voice didn’t betray the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

“Cool then,” Madanmohini said, flashing a smile before heading towards the Krishna idol, leaving Garima with her thoughts and the delicate peacock feather still clutched.

Madanmohini placed the plate of flowers on the idol's ornate dais. As she began to decorate the steps with delicate jasmine blossoms, the temple filled with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. The soft glow of the oil lamps cast a warm, golden hue upon her purple lehenga, making the fabric shimmer. Her dupatta, a cascade of silk, trailed behind her like a peacock's tail.

Suddenly, a gentle tug on her dupatta startled her. She turned to find Agrata, her friend, fumbling with her own dupatta. "Bro, cut it out," Madanmohini muttered, her voice low with irritation.

Agrata blinked, taken aback. "Huh? What did I do?"

"Don't test me right now," Madanmohini replied, her tone sharpening as she returned to her task.

Agrata, still puzzled, quickly retreated, mumbling under her breath, and busied herself elsewhere.

But peace was fleeting. As Madanmohini reached the final step of the dais, a shower of jasmine petals fell upon her as if from an unseen hand. She paused, a sigh escaping her lips. "Agrata, I told you not to bother me," she muttered, her voice tinged with warning. Yet another flurry of petals rained down on her before she could finish.

Her patience snapped. Madanmohini spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. But before she could confront the culprit, a gentle cascade of flowers hit her face. She let out an exasperated yell, ready to unleash her fury on Agrata.

But then she froze. Her eyes locked onto a figure she had only dreamt of—a figure draped in blue and yellow, a peacock feather swaying gently atop his head. His mischievous smile was playful and tender, and he held a small basket filled with lotuses in his hand.

He stepped closer, his presence as overwhelming as it was serene. He plucked a jasmine from her plate and, with a teasing smile, tucked it behind her right ear. "You're so easy to rile up," he chuckled, his voice a melodic lilt.

Madanmohini stood in stunned silence, her breath caught in her throat. He then extended a divinely delicate lotus towards her, his gaze shifting to the idol behind her. "Here," he said softly, "place this on my flute, hmm?"

Her hands trembled as she reached out. His warm touch, lingering a moment longer than necessary, sent a shiver through her. He blew gently on her face as she grasped the lotus, causing her to close her eyes.

When she opened them again, he was gone.

Madanmohini’s heart raced, her mind reeling. She glanced down at the lotus still resting in her palm, its petals impossibly real. With a disbelieving laugh, she approached the idol and carefully placed the flower on its flute, ensuring it would not fall.

"That couldn’t have been real..." she whispered, her heart pounding, her cheeks flushed with a mix of awe and disbelief.

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Manyataa and Agrata stood before the Krishna idol, each holding an earthen pot, their fingers deftly clearing away some of the flower petals scattered at their feet. “Who placed this lotus here? We haven’t even finished bathing Him yet,” Manyataa murmured as she gently removed the flower from the flute. She held it in her palms, her eyes widening in awe. “Dayum…”

Agrata glanced up, her hands busy dipping a clean fabric into the pot. “What is it?” she asked as she began wiping the idol’s feet with careful strokes.

“This… This flower’s…” Manyataa’s voice trailed off, her gaze locked onto the lotus as though it held some unspoken mystery.

“Girl, you can admire that later. Help me get Him ready! It’s almost midnight!” Agrata’s voice was firm, breaking Manyataa’s trance.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Manyataa placed the lotus aside, her fingers lingering on its petals before picking up another clean cloth. Together, they worked in quiet rhythm, Agrata pouring water over the idol’s gleaming form while Manyataa dabbed away the excess, careful not to disturb the delicate floral arrangements beneath.

“Ow! Cold, cold, cold!” A deep masculine voice rang out behind them, startling both girls. They spun around, eyes wide with shock, but the temple only housed their other friends like before.

Their gazes met, filled with bewilderment. “Did you hear that too?” Manyataa asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Agrata nodded though uncertainty clouded her features. “Apparently, we both hallucinated.”

“That’s the only plausible explanation…” Manyataa muttered as she resumed patting the idol dry, her hands trembling ever so slightly.

The girls moved on to dressing Him in garments of blue and yellow, colors that seemed to make the black stone of the idol come alive. Samridhi, rushing into their makeshift kitchen tent, froze at the sight. Her eyes gleamed with wonder. “He looks gorgeous…” she breathed, clutching her heart.

“Right?” Agrata echoed, stepping back to admire their work from a distance.

Samridhi shook herself from her reverie, her feet moving again as she called out, “Make Him more than gorgeous! The puja’s about to start!”

“Yeeees!” Manyataa called after her retreating figure, exchanging a grin with Agrata before they turned back to their task. They adorned the idol with dazzling ornaments, each piece carefully placed to enhance the divine form before them. Agrata finished by sticking a peacock feather into the fresh yellow headband, smoothing out the dark locks beneath it.

After a few minutes of final touches, the girls stepped back, their hearts swelling with emotion. The idol looked absolutely divine, every feature radiating a perfection that seemed beyond mortal comprehension. The blue and yellow garments, paired with the sparkling jewellery, cast a spell over them both, drawing tears to their eyes.

Just then, the same deep voice broke through the silence. “Damn, I look gorgeous!”

The girls whipped their heads to the right, and the sight that greeted them left them breathless. Standing beside them was a man, tall and dark-skinned, clad in the exact same attire as the idol. The ornaments that adorned his slender yet muscular frame gleamed in the soft light, but it was his presence—living, breathing, more real and bewitching than anything they had ever seen—that overwhelmed them. A smug smile curved his lips as he admired his outfit before turning his gaze to the two girls.

“Thank you for these, sakhis! You both look magnificent, just like me,” he said with a playful wink, his voice rich with mirth.

The girls were paralyzed, tears streaming down their faces as they struggled to comprehend what they were seeing. “This… this can’t be happening… It’s just a hallucination…” Agrata whispered, her knees trembling beneath her.

Manyataa took an involuntary step towards the man, her eyes wide with awe and disbelief. The man chuckled softly. “Well, we’ll see about that in a while. Gotta go get prettier!”

And with that, he vanished, dissolving into thin air. The two girls stared at each other in disbelief, one clutching her heart and the other covering her mouth. Their quiet sobs mingled with whispered reassurances that what they had just witnessed was nothing more than a figment of their wild imagination.

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“Sakhi! I can’t find the pedas! I’m going to throw up from panicking—please HELP!” Samridhi’s desperate voice rang out from inside the makeshift tent. Kesar, hunched over a dozen containers, shot back, “Sakhi if you panic, you’ll make me panic too! Take a deep breath; they have to be here somewhere! Just keep looking.”

The two girls frantically shuffled around the cramped tent, their anxiety thick in the air. Containers clattered, and lids were thrown aside, but the pedas remained elusive.

“Samridhi! Kesar! The rest of the offerings are set. We’re just waiting on the pedas. Hurry up! We’ve got ten minutes!” Dhruvi’s voice echoed urgently from the temple.

Samridhi’s panic escalated. “I know I packed them!” she wailed, lifting the lid of a handi only to find it empty. Kesar continued her search; her brows knit in distress. Just then, they heard a faint shuffling noise outside the back of the tent.

Their heads snapped up, and they exchanged a wary glance. “Who’s there?” they yelled in unison, their voices tinged with suspicion. But Baanhi’s voice sliced through the tension before they could investigate, “SAMRIDHI! KESAR! BRO, I SWEAR TO GOD!”

Flustered and frazzled, the girls resumed their frantic search, the earlier noise forgotten. But it wasn’t long before the same shuffling sound returned, followed by the clatter of an earthen utensil hitting the ground. Their heads shot up again; this time, they bolted out of the tent, circling around to the back.

To their utter bewilderment, they found a young lad hunched over the missing handi, his mouth stuffed with pedas, and two more clutched in his hands. The moment he noticed the girls, his dark face froze in mid-chew, his eyes wide with guilt, like a deer caught in headlights. The peacock feather in his headband fluttered in the breeze, and the golden flute beside him gleamed under the moonlight.

Samridhi and Kesar stood rooted in place, their eyes wide with shock, their hands covering their mouths as if to stifle their disbelief.

The boy slowly, almost sheepishly, placed the two pedas back into the handi, his movements careful and deliberate. “Don’t kill me, please, sakhis. I couldn’t resist. I just had two, I promise!” he said, his voice muffled by the pedas still in his mouth. He picked up his flute with the same slow movements, his eyes never leaving the two girls. “Uhh… See you in a while…? And, oh, I broke the lid,” he added before darting off towards the temple.

Samridhi and Kesar stared at each other in stunned silence. Then, without a word, Samridhi scooped up the handi, and the two of them broke into a sprint back towards the temple.

As they burst into the temple, their eyes scanned the area where their other sakhis sat waiting for them, searching wildly for the peda thief they had known all their lives yet never expected to see in the flesh. Dhruvi’s voice cut through their frantic search, “Took you guys long enough.”

Baanhi approached the duo, her brow furrowed as she carefully took the handi from Samridhi. “Who are you two looking for?” she questioned. But before they could respond, she turned and made her way to the idol, where an empty ornate plate awaited. She carefully plated the pedas and then clapped her hands in satisfaction. “Finally done! What’s the time?”

“11:55,” Garima replied, glancing at her watch.

“Dear GOD, I’m so excited!” squealed Soni, hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I know, right!” Saanjh added, as Samridhi and Kesar quietly joined the others on the floor, exchanging confused glances that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the group.

Agrata broke the momentary silence. “So, who’s taking the lead?” Her question hung in the air, charged with excitement. The girls exchanged eager looks before Madanmohini spoke up. “I think Manyataa should. She’s the oldest, after all.”

“And the giant-est!��� Soni giggled, unable to resist teasing.

“Please don’t butcher English in my presence,” Baanhi interjected dramatically.

“Okay, Miss English Honours,” Soni shot back, grinning mischievously.

Manyataa stood up. “You guys! Enough with the banter,” she scolded gently, though a smile tugged at her lips. She approached the idol and knelt before it, pulling the beautifully decorated puja thali closer. With a steady hand, she lit the diya, the flame flickering to life, casting a warm, golden glow over the idol.

The air was filled with squeals and giggles as the other girls rose to their feet, their excitement almost palpable. The flickering light danced in their eyes as they waited for Garima’s watch to strike midnight.

“Uhhh… Sakhis?” Samridhi’s voice wavered as she called out to the group. The room fell quiet as all eyes turned to her. Fidgeting with her dupatta, she hesitated, her nerves getting the better of her. “Did… did you guys, by any chance, witness anything… unusual? Like… did you…”

She faltered, unable to finish her sentence, but Kesar quickly picked up the thread. “...see Him?” she completed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room froze as the girls exchanged wide-eyed glances, each mirroring the other’s stunned expression.

“Don’t tell me—”

“Wait, you saw Him too?”

“No way!”

“But there’s no way we all hallucinated the same thing!”

The temple complex buzzed with the disbelieving exclamations of the young lasses, their minds racing to make sense of the impossible. The air was thick with the thrill of shared wonder and disbelief, their voices overlapping as they tried to piece together what they had all experienced.

Before they could delve deeper into the mystery, Garima’s watch chimed, breaking the spell.

“It’s time!” she squealed, her excitement overshadowing the previous tension.

@saanjh-ki-dulhan @krsnaradhika @chaliyaaa @saanjhghafa @krishnaaradhika @ramayantika @tumharisakhi @sumiyxx @harinishivaa @rantingabtmyman

Here's Part 1 of the Janmashtami fic. I hope y'all like it!!!

Pt.2

[aphroditeinthesea]

hey could you make a Thalia x reader where Thali just come back from college in new Rome after a long day and basically forces reader to stop doing her homework and cuddle with her in their bed

“ kiss me on the sidewalk (take away the pain) ”

thalia grace x fem!reader ⚡️

thalia grace being cute and tired with her girlfriend

a/n i didn’t realize how short this was until i checked my computer sorry!!

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The downpour rain of New Rome felt like rocks as Thalia Grace made her way down the sidewalk to her apartment. All day she had class after class without a breath in between. It was finally 3:30 and she was almost home.

However, it was just her luck that the clear skies had turned gray right when she had left her final class. She couldn't help but wonder what on Earth she had done to piss off her dad that day.

She rung out her hair as she approached her front door and stomped her soaked shoes on the doormat. She fumbled, pulling her keys out of her pocket, and- oh! They fell into the plant that resided next to the door.

“You're kidding me!” She groaned, leaning down to grab the keys.

“I know you're upset, but don't take it out on Henry.”

Thalia looked up to see her girlfriend standing in the doorway, “who’s Henry?”

“The fern,” Y/N stated so matter-of-factly.

The daughter of Zeus finally got her keys out, “you named the plant?”

“I named all our plants,” she moved aside to let her girlfriend into the apartment, before pointing the ficus in the corner, “that’s Maurice.”

“Why is his name Maurice?”

She turned to the sunflowers in the windowsill, “that’s his daughter, Belle.”

Thalia walked over to stand in front of Y/N, placing her hands on your hips, “you're cute.”

“I know,” she leaned up to kiss the dark-haired girl. She pulled back slightly, “and I know you have had a long hard day.” She grabbed Thalia’s arms, dragging her to their shared bedroom.

Soon, their legs were tangled under massive blankets and Thalia’s head rested on her girlfriend’s chest as Y/N brushed her fingers through her hair. Suddenly as she was lulled to sleep by the sound of the girl she loves heartbeat, that's when the rain and the tests and the classes didn't seem so bad afterall.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

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Navaratri 2024: Embracing Divine Energies in April's Splendor.

For the last Navaratri celebration, the focus was on honoring tradition while adding a modern twist to the culinary delights. Here's a glimpse of the delicious fare that graced the tables during Navaratri 2024 in April:

Sundal Varieties: Sundal, a South Indian snack made from legumes like chickpeas, black-eyed peas, or lentils, was prepared in a myriad of flavors. From traditional coconut and mustard tempering to innovative twists like tangy mango or spicy tamarind, each sundal offered a burst of flavor.

Navaratri Special Thali: A vibrant array of dishes adorned the Navaratri special thali. It featured delicacies like crispy Sabu dana vadas, creamy pumpkin kheer, and spicy potato curry. The thali was a celebration of diverse flavors and textures, symbolizing the richness of the Navaratri festival.

Fruit Chat with a Twist: A refreshing fruit chat received a makeover with a drizzle of honey infused with cardamom and saffron. This sweet and tangy treat was a delightful addition to the Navaratri menu, offering a burst of freshness amidst the rich festive fare.

Navaratri-inspired Mocktails: Cool and refreshing mocktails were served to complement the spicy and savory dishes. Mocktails infused with flavors like rose, mint, and citrus provided a welcome respite from the heat and added a touch of sophistication to the celebrations.

Innovative Desserts: Traditional sweets like coconut ladu and jaggery-based delicacies shared the spotlight with innovative desserts. Guests indulged in decadent offerings like chocolate-dipped bananas adorned with edible gold leaf and saffron-infused rashgullas, elevating the dessert experience to new heights.

Garba: Garba is a traditional dance form originating from the state of Gujarat in India. During Navaratri, people gather in large groups to perform this joyful and energetic dance. Dancers form concentric circles or intricate patterns, clapping their hands and moving gracefully to the rhythm of traditional folk songs. The vibrant costumes and rhythmic beats create an electrifying atmosphere, where participants immerse themselves in the joyous spirit of the festival.

Dandiya Raas: Dandiya Raas is another popular dance form performed during Navaratri, especially in Gujarat and other parts of India. In this dance, participants wield colorful sticks called dandiyas while moving in pairs or groups. The dancers strike their dandiyas in sync with the music, creating a rhythmic pattern of beats. Dandiya Raas is not only a dance but also a social activity that fosters camaraderie and community spirit.

Folk Dances: Apart from Garba and Dandiya Raas, various folk dances from different regions of India are also performed during Navaratri. These dances showcase the cultural diversity of the country, with each region contributing its unique style and repertoire. From the graceful movements of Odissi to the energetic steps of Bhangra, folk dances add a colorful dimension to Navaratri celebrations, reflecting the rich heritage and traditions of India.

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Summoned

(So my "write a post a new PJO fic each afternoon" got derailed by going out of town, and the next one-shot is going to be significantly longer by the time I'm done with it, but here's the first page just to tide my new followers over for a bit):

Maybe the ocean would always be nice to her, but Thalia was having second thoughts about the camp’s lake.

“MotherFUDGE-!”

“Come on, Thali!” “You can do it, Grace! “We believe in you!”

“Shut UP,” she shrieked, grinning from ear to ear but doing her best to still sound annoyed. “I am never trusting you again, Castellan, never!”

Luke just laughed from the other canoe. Thalia took a chance and swiped her paddle along the top of the water, which did manage to splash the jerk but also caused her dumb boat to wobble wildly again.

“You’re only making it worse!” Percy did not have room to talk, seeing as he kept twisting in all directions on the bench seat in the middle of their canoe. Every time the stupid thing shifted underneath Thalia’s butt, she tensed up and tried to compensate, but then they’d bob the other way instead, and it was all a vicious cycle, okay?!

And she loved every minute of it.

“Just relax!” The big Hephaestus kid in the front spot tried to offer. “It’s like riding a pegasus- or a bike!”

Thalia almost yelled back that she’d never done either of those, thanks very much, but a face-full of water cut her off first. Sputtering, the girl wiped at her eyes, then glared at a highly unrepentant Annabeth gliding by in her own canoe. “You are so getting tickled later,” Thalia swore.

The shrieking-laughing-cussing kept getting louder and louder, until, inevitably, Percy leaned too far over the side to look at something underwater, and Thalia jerked forward to grab him, and the combination of too much weight and movement dumped all of them overboard. At least the Hephaestus kid, Becken-something, didn’t seem to mind: he just grabbed onto the tow line at the front of the canoe and leisurely started swimming for shore. Rather than follow, Thalia enacted her revenge, lunging through the water towards Luke.

“Oh shit-” his alarm got the other two Hermes kids to actually start paddling, instead of just messing around, but they didn’t get away fast enough. Thalia gripped the edge of their canoe, and capsized it too. By the time she kicked away from that mess, cackling, Percy had made his way over to Annabeth. Even if he’d wanted to, the kid didn’t quite have enough bodyweight to dump it over so easily - he just swam alongside instead, dropping his head down underwater every time Annabeth tried to bop him with her paddle.

Hands grabbed at Thalia’s ankle. She kicked back, and was rewarded a moment later when Luke surfaced, coughing and rubbing at his forehead. They proceeded to slap water at each other for a few minutes, gradually drifting closer to shore, until someone shouted their names from the small beach.

“Last one back is a rotten harpy egg!” And of course as soon as she said that, Thalia kicked Luke in the gut, knocking him back with a yelp and propelling her forward.

“Hey! No fair!”

She snickered all the way out of the water and back up onto dry land, where Hailey waited with some towels and a raised eyebrow.

“Chiron asked me to come find you guys,” the older girl said, when Luke staggered up out of the lake as well. “Probably ought to dry off and change first, before you go down to the Big House.”

“Yeah, fine,” Thalia agreed, way more cheerfully than usual. Whatever the old centaur wanted, it was not going to be enough to spoil her good mood. And she managed to keep that mindset, all the way through getting dressed in clean clothes and rejoining her friends and heading down to the camp’s largest building.

But her good mood dropped like a stone when Thalia reached the glass-wall porch, and saw Hermes sitting at the table.

She could tell the instant Luke spotted him too, thanks to the sudden death grip on her forearm. Hermes must have sensed his son in return, because he looked up from talking quietly with Dionysus. He tried to offer them a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Luke. Thalia.” The god’s gaze flickered down and to one side. “And you must be the new Perseus everyone’s been talking about.”

A smaller hand tucked itself inside Thalia’s grip.

“What do you want,” Luke demanded, voice flat and cold.

“Hey,” Dionysus warned, speaking before the other god could, “You better watch it with the tone, kid-”

“It’s fine,” Hermes cut him off. “He’s fine. It’s not worth getting annoyed about.” Thalia shifted her arm, and Luke’s hand slid down to where they could both hold onto one another. If Hermes noticed, he didn’t mention it. “Sorry to drop in unannounced, but you two-” He nodded towards Thalia, and Percy pressing against her side, “-are being summoned to Olympus.”

“No.”

“Luke-”

“No.” Thalia could feel her best friend start to tremble. “You can’t.”

“I have to, kid.” Hermes kept his words soft, but it didn’t make them any easier to accept. “Even gods can get orders from on high. And right now, I’m under orders to bring both of them directly to Olympus. No stops, no detours, no delays.”

Thalia swallowed.Then she turned in place, pulling on Luke’s hand until he met her gaze. “Go find Annabeth,” she told him. “Keep her busy until we get back.”

His face turned stricken in an instant. But he didn’t argue.

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Complete list of my paras (incase someone cares)

Factparas (based on real ppl or fictional characters):

Charles Leclerc

Max Verstappen

Daniel Ricciardo

Lewis Hamilton

Nico Rosberg

Christian Horner

Sebastian Vettel

Annabeth Chase

Piper Mclean

Thalie Grace

Clary Fairchild

Jace Wayland

Isabel Lightwood

Primparas: (my own)

Harley

Vienna

Philippa

Nya

Jonathan

Ryan

Charles

Violet

Alexander/Alex

Fae

Marley

August

Stacy

Ripley

Victoria

Evan

Mary

Regulus

() (shes in my Harry potter paracosm and in my pjo since they overlap and yes the bracket thing is her actual name)

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Lily

Cody

Jake

Daphne

Animals/Pets:

Kurt

David/Dave

Nick

Aiden

Carrie

Diana

Freya

Paolo

Casey

Theo

Feel free to ask about any of them at any time lol

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Unforgettable Camp Stay in Jaisalmer: Devi Desert Retreat

Introduction:

Immerse yourself in the mystical charm of Jaisalmer, where the golden sands of the Thar Desert meet the rich tapestry of Rajasthani culture. At Devi Desert Resort & Retreat, we invite you to embark on an extraordinary camp stay in Jaisalmer, where every moment is infused with enchantment and wonder. From serene desert landscapes to cultural immersion, let us take you on a captivating journey through the heart of this majestic city.

Camp Stay in JaisalmerExperience the Bliss of Camp Stay in Jaisalmer:

1. The Desert Haven:

Nestled amidst the captivating Sam Sand Dunes, Devi Desert Resort & Retreat offers a serene oasis in the heart of the desert. Our camp stay provides a haven of tranquility, where you can unwind and reconnect with nature. Imagine waking up to the soft hues of the rising sun, breathing in the crisp desert air, and being mesmerized by the vast expanse of golden sands stretching as far as the eye can see. This is the essence of a camp stay in Jaisalmer, and Devi Desert Resort & Retreat delivers it with grace.

2. Luxurious Tents, Unparalleled Comfort:

Step into our world of opulence as you enter your private sanctuary in the desert. Our luxurious tents are designed with meticulous attention to detail, offering a seamless blend of modern comforts and traditional Rajasthani aesthetics. Sink into plush bedding, adorned with vibrant textiles and intricate patterns that reflect the region's rich heritage. Each tent is equipped with modern amenities, ensuring a comfortable and unforgettable stay amidst the captivating desert ambiance.

3. Adventures in the Desert:

Indulge your adventurous spirit with a plethora of activities offered at Devi Desert Resort & Retreat. Embark on a thrilling camel safari, traversing the undulating dunes and embracing the majestic beauty of the desert. Feel the rhythm of the desert as you ride atop these gentle creatures, forging a connection with the land and its people. For those seeking a faster pace, hop on a jeep safari and explore the rugged terrains, discovering hidden gems and witnessing breathtaking vistas along the way.

4. Cultural Immersion:

Jaisalmer is a treasure trove of culture and heritage, and our camp stay provides ample opportunities to immerse yourself in this rich tapestry. Experience the vibrant colors and graceful movements of traditional folk dances, as local performers captivate you with their skill and artistry. Engage in soul-stirring musical performances, where the haunting melodies of Rajasthani instruments resonate in the desert air. Delve into the world of Rajasthani storytelling, as captivating tales of valor and romance transport you to a bygone era.

5. Culinary Delights:

No camp stay in Jaisalmer is complete without savoring the culinary delights of the region. At Devi Desert Resort & Retreat, we offer a tantalizing array of Rajasthani cuisine that will leave you craving for more. Indulge in aromatic curries, savor the flavors of traditional Rajasthani thalis (platters), and relish the mouthwatering snacks and sweets that represent the essence of Rajasthani gastronomy. Let our expert chefs take you on a gastronomic journey, tantalizing your taste buds with their culinary expertise.

Conclusion:

A camp stay in Jaisalmer at Devi Desert Resort & Retreat is a gateway to a world of awe-inspiring beauty, cultural immersion, and unforgettable experiences. Immerse yourself in the tranquil ambiance of the desert, engage in thrilling adventures, and embrace the rich heritage of Jaisalmer. Let Devi Desert Resort & Retreat be your guide as you create memories that will last a lifetime. Book your camp stay today and embark on a journey that promises to transport you to a realm of enchantment and wonder

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Best Restaurants in LB Nagar Hyderabad for Food

Kuchipudi is the popular Indian classical dance that originates from the thrilling art types of Andhra Pradesh customs and culture. It is the true reflection of the culture of Andhra and restaurants with the popularity of Kuchipudi explicitly reflect the respect for the value of dance art type in Andhra Pradesh. It is a subtle presence of gratitude towards the culture and in charming more genuine guests to visit and feel the environment of the restaurant to experience the real essence of Andhra.

Marithi Residency comes with a restaurant designed particularly to provide the favourites of genuine Telugu cuisine. Here the cooks create a delectable food court that brings the richness of the real spirit and culture of Andhra. The interiors are designed by using the conventional ideas of dance types through awesome antiques to portray the real picture of Telugu.

You will get the best restaurants in LB Nagar, Hyderabad that provides lunch for vegetarian and non vegetarian people in the form of buffets and thalis. Thali is a particular plate meal that comprises of one man size meal items in the desired quantity. There are several items in the Thalis such as Sweet rice, Pujihora, white rice, Kurma curry, Wet curry, Dal, Dry curry, Puri, fry items, Sambar, Papad, Rasam.

Why should you choose the best restaurants near me? Just visit Marithi Residency for a delectable food feast with a change in menu regularly for more food offerings. Make time for your lunch at Maruthi Residency and relish the taste of authentic Telugu cuisine. The hotel has the grace and charm of enticing visitors through its elegant attitude and serving the guests in a special way.

Plan for a lunch at the restaurant and impart a delectable gesture to yourself and your family.

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Why Every Home Needs an Ashtamangalya Set: A Brass Pooja Thali for Rituals and Decor

Why Every Home Needs an Ashtamangalya Set: A Brass Pooja Thali for Rituals and Decor

In every Indian home, spirituality and rituals play a significant role, especially during festivals like Diwali, Navratri, Pongal, and Vishu. One of the essential items that completes the sanctity of these rituals is the Ashtamangalya set. This beautifully handcrafted brass pooja thali set not only enhances your spiritual practices but also serves as an elegant addition to your home decor.

At Tamrata, we offer a wide range of brass pooja items, including the exquisite brass Ashtamangalya set, designed to elevate your daily pooja rituals or special festival celebrations.

What is an Ashtamangalya Set?

The Ashtamangalya set is a collection of eight auspicious items used in various Hindu rituals, especially in the southern regions of India like Kerala. The set typically includes a brass pooja thali, lamps, small vessels for holy water, and other significant objects like betel leaves and nuts that symbolize prosperity and blessings. The brass puja thali set is often used during festivals, weddings, and housewarming ceremonies to invoke divine blessings.

You can explore the Ashtamangalya set and other brass pooja items online at Tamrata.com. Whether you are preparing for Diwali or decorating your home temple, this set is a must-have.

Why Your Home Needs an Ashtamangalya Set

1. Enhances Spiritual Practices

A well-crafted brass pooja thali set is essential for any sacred ritual. The pooja thali brass holds all the items required for aarti, such as flowers, incense sticks, kumkum, and the brass aarti diya. Using a brass puja thali adds a touch of tradition and purity to your prayers, helping you connect more deeply with the divine.

2. Perfect for Festivals and Ceremonies

From Diwali to Navratri, every Indian festival involves elaborate rituals. The brass Ashtamangalya set comes with items designed to perform these rituals with grace and precision. The big aarti diya included in the set can be lit during aarti to signify the removal of darkness and the arrival of light and prosperity into your home.

If you’re preparing for a festival, you can purchase a brass puja thali set online through Tamrata's Amazon store and complete your puja arrangements with ease.

3. Elegant Home Decor

Beyond its spiritual significance, a brass pooja set also serves as a beautiful piece of home decor. The intricate designs of brass pooja thali sets can enhance your home’s aesthetic, especially in your pooja room or living area. You can proudly display the ashtamangalya thattu during festive seasons or special occasions, adding a traditional and decorative touch to your space.

4. A Thoughtful Gift for Loved Ones

Looking for the perfect gift for family and friends during the festive season? The Ashtamangalya set makes an ideal Diwali gift. A beautifully crafted brass thali for puja can be a meaningful present that symbolizes good fortune and blessings. You can find the best diwali gifts and corporate diwali gifts at Tamrata.com, which includes high-quality brass pooja items with price details for easy shopping.

5. Durable and Long-Lasting

Brass is known for its durability and antimicrobial properties, making it perfect for everyday rituals. When you invest in a brass pooja thali set, you’re not just buying a decorative item but a long-lasting tool that will serve your family for years to come. Whether it’s the brass aarti diya with handle or the abhishek patra stand, each item in the set is crafted to withstand daily use.

Where to Buy Brass Pooja Items Online

Finding high-quality brass pooja items doesn’t have to be a challenge. At Tamrata, we offer an extensive collection of brass pooja thali sets, brass pooja utensils, and more to meet all your spiritual needs. Whether you're looking for brass pooja items shop near me or want to browse brass pooja items online, Tamrata makes it easy for you to find the perfect set.

For more information on purchasing the Ashtamangalya set or other brass temple items, check out our full collection on our website or Amazon.

Conclusion

The Ashtamangalya set is more than just a collection of brass pooja items—it's a symbol of prosperity, blessings, and spiritual connection. Whether used during festivals like Diwali or as part of your daily rituals, the brass pooja thali set enhances both your spiritual and home decor needs. By investing in a high-quality brass puja thali set, you bring a touch of tradition and elegance into your home, making every prayer and celebration more meaningful.

Explore our wide range of brass pooja items at Tamrata and experience the joy of celebrating festivals with grace and beauty.

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Importance of Lord Kuber on Dhanteras

Dhanteras is that sacred five-day diwali beginning which is holistically dedicated to wealth, prosperity, and well being. A range of deities are worshiped on this auspicious day, and Lord Kuber is another such revered deity who is called the God of Wealth and is also known as a guardian of divine treasures. Putting up brass Kuber Idol in the home is believed to attract prosperity, financial growth, and happiness into a household.

Who is Lord Kuber?

Lord Kuber is the keeper of wealth and fortune and also depicted as a stout, cheerful god holding in his hands a pot of gold or money bag. He is considered the treasurer of gods, guarding celestial riches, with Goddess Lakshmi by his side, the goddess of prosperity, ensuring that wealth abounds for one and all who respect them with pure dedication.

Why Brass Kuber Idols are Preferred on Dhanteras

The brass Kuber idol has been in high demand for the purpose of worship as brass is said to attract all good energy and prosperity. Here is why people prefer to have brass god idols in their homes:

Durability and Elegance: The shine and sturdy build of brass idols have always been very long-lasting.

Spiritual Significance: Brass was used as material by man for thousands of years in religious rituals because it is considered to purify the surrounding space and to balance energies.

Easy to clean: Besides, the idols made of brass hold shine, and therefore it symbolises that the wealth brought will never fade away.

Traditional Look and Feel: A brass Kuber idol gives a touch of heritage for home decor and pooja rooms-a perfect blend of tradition and elegance.

Rituals and Importance of Brass Kuber Deity on Dhanteras

There is a huge cleaning of the home and lighting of diyas on Dhanteras to remove all the dark energies, and that itself marks an invitation to Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Kuber into one's life. At the time of Dhanteras, the practice of putting a brass Kuber deity towards the northward direction is said to resonate with the cosmic location of the god, ensuring that the flow of wealth and prosperity remains uninterrupted. Some of the important practices are:

Cleaning the Brass Idol : The idol is cleaned so that spiritual cleansing and rejuvenation take place.

Offering Flowers and Sweets: Symbolizes thanks giving for the abundance received and for one's wealth to increase.

Lighting Lamps: Illuminates the way for divine grace to enter one's home

Reciting Kuber Mantras: Recitation of mantras invokes Lord Kuber's blessings for financial stability and prosperity.

Benefits:

Financial Growth: One attracts wealth and receives financial opportunities.

Debt Removal: He is said to remove all financial barriers and helps in the reduction of debts.

Prosperity and Happiness: It is responsible for material success and overall happiness of the family.

Brass Kuber and Other Brass God Idols in Home Décor

Bringing brass god idols such as Kuber to home does not only bring in spiritual energy but also gives the room a varied look. Give them space wherever you feel like doing so on such items as the exit floor of the room

Pooja Rooms: Creating a focus for prayer and meditation.

Living Rooms: Brass idols create a sense of positivity and cultural glamour.

Working Spaces: A brass Kuber idol brings financial prosperity and success if kept in the workplace.

Other than that, the brass Kuber idol s look fabulous paired with other brass pooja accessories like lamps, incense sticks, and thalis, which really boosts Dhanteras and Diwali celebrations.

Conclusion

The tradition of worshipping Lord Kuber on Dhanteras indicates the hopes and aspirations of human beings towards prosperity, security, and happiness. The introduction of brass Kuber idols or brass idols into your abode will connect you to those divine energies and enhance the decorative appeal of your place. This Dhanteras, bless yourself with carefully chosen brass idols and welcome wealth, abundance, and positivity into your life.

Make this festive season meaningful by searching for brass kuber idols. If practiced so, every home will be filled with peace and prosperity throughout the year.

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Festival Season: Top 10 Pooja Essentials to Buy in the Festive Season

As the joyous festival season approaches, it’s time to create a sacred and auspicious atmosphere in your home. With the right puja essentials, you can invite divine blessings, deepen your spiritual connection, and create unforgettable memories. Wondering which pooja items to buy this festive season? Questions like “Where can I find the best brass pooja thalis or pooja bells?” are common.

At Hi Retails, we’ve curated a list of must-have pooja essentials like Brass-pooja thalis, brass diyas, Urli’s and god idols. Shop with us to complete your rituals with ease and grace.

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Buy These Top 10 Pooja Essentials in 2024

Brass Pooja Thali: A centerpiece for your puja, the brass thali is used to place offerings, flowers, fruits, and other sacred items. Choose a thali with intricate designs, such as floral patterns, deities, or mythological scenes, to add a touch of elegance and symbolism to your puja setup. At Hi Retails, we have different types of Brass Thalis for pooja, and the following are the top sellers. Maharaja Kansa Thali Brass Printed Plate for Home Temple Decor Premium Peacock Design Pooja Thali Set Brass Diwali Wedding Home Temple Pooja Thali Set Brass Urli: A traditional brass vessel, the urli is used to create beautiful floral arrangements. Fill it with water and adorn it with colorful flowers, leaves, and diyas to create a fragrant and visually appealing centerpiece. Consider adding a few drops of essential oils like sandalwood or jasmine for a more aromatic experience. At Hi Retails, we have different types of Brass Urli’s for pooja, and the following are the top sellers. Brass Hammered Urli Bowl Decorative- plained Brass Urli Bowl  Handmade  Floral Design Brass Décor Urli Bowl Hand Crafted Brass Decorative Carving Fruit Bowl Brass Hanging Bells: Believed to ward off negative energy and create a positive ambiance, brass hanging bells are a popular addition to puja setups. Their melodious chimes are said to invite blessings and good fortune. Choose bells with intricate designs or different sizes for a more visually appealing effect. Om Brass Hanging Bells  Brass Hanging Bells  Wedding and Festival Brass Elephant Hanging Bell Decorative Printed Brass Hanging Bell Brass Om Rudraksha Wall Hanging for Door Decorative Brass Diya with Peacock Design and 4 Brass Bells Silver-Plated Bowl Set: A set of silver-plated bowls is perfect for offering water, milk, and other liquids to the deities. The reflective surface is considered auspicious and adds a touch of luxury and sophistication to your puja setup. Opt for bowls with intricate designs or engravings to enhance their aesthetic appeal. Elegant Silver Plated Bowl Set Silver Gold Plated Floral Dessert Bowl Set Golden Brass Peacock Ring Oil Lamp: A unique and decorative piece, the peacock ring oil lamp is a symbol of beauty, grace, and knowledge. It adds a touch of elegance and symbolism to your puja space. The peacock’s vibrant plumage and the warm glow of the oil lamp create a captivating ambiance. Brass Parrot Design Oil Lamp Diya Bird Stand Golden Brass Peacock Ring Oil Lamp Swastik Brass Diya: The swastika is an ancient symbol of auspiciousness and prosperity. A brass diya shaped like a swastika is a traditional choice for lighting your puja lamp. The swastika’s intricate design and the warm glow of the flame create a positive and inviting atmosphere. Swastik Brass Diya with Red Velvet Box  Multipurpose Brass Insence Burner Diya Copper Bottles: Known for their health benefits, copper bottles are often used in traditional Indian medicine. They can be used to store water, which is believed to have healing properties and enhance the purity of your offerings. Consider using copper bottles for drinking water or offering water to the deities. Plain Copper Water Bottle Hammered Design Copper Water Bottle Handcrafted Copper Yoga Water Bottle  Loban: A fragrant resin, loban is commonly used in Indian rituals to purify the atmosphere and create a sense of tranquility. It can be burned on a charcoal disc or in a dedicated loban burner. The soothing aroma of loban can help to relax the mind and create a peaceful ambiance for your puja. Decorative Handicrafted Brass Loban Daan Burner

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Embrace the spirit of Karwa Chauth with our exquisite Pink Royal Thali Set, meticulously designed to enhance your festive celebrations. This beautifully crafted set features:

Stunning Thali (Plate): A round thali adorned with intricate patterns and traditional motifs, serving as the perfect centerpiece for your puja. Its elegance and beauty make it ideal for holding all your essential offerings.

Decorative Kalash (Pot): Symbolizing purity and prosperity, this intricately designed kalash is essential for the Karwa Chauth ritual. It holds water during the ceremony and adds a significant touch to your puja setup.

Delicate Channi (Sieve): Crafted with care, this elegant sieve is vital for the moon-gazing ritual. Used by wives to view the moon and their husbands during the fast-breaking ceremony, it adds grace to the festivities.

This royal thali set, featuring charming pink accents and traditional embellishments, elevates your Karwa Chauth celebration. Perfect for preserving the essence of tradition while adding a touch of sophistication, this set is a must-have for your festive decor.

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The Kaner Flower: A Fragrant Blessing in Pooja Rituals

At Sagar Florist, we celebrate the beauty and significance of flowers in spiritual practices. Among them, the kaner flower, also known as the Oleander, holds a revered place in pooja ceremonies, symbolizing purity, love, and devotion.

Significance of the Kaner Flower

The kaner flower is often associated with divine grace and is a common offering in Hindu rituals. Its vibrant colors and sweet fragrance make it a favorite among devotees, representing the beauty of devotion and the purity of heart.

Using Kaner in Pooja

Divine Offerings: Kaner flowers are traditionally offered to deities during pooja, believed to attract blessings and positive energy into your home.

Puja Thalis: Incorporating kaner flowers in your puja thali not only enhances its visual appeal but also uplifts the spiritual atmosphere, making your offerings more meaningful.

Ritual Significance: The kaner flower is thought to purify the surroundings, making it an ideal addition to your sacred rituals.

Choose Sagar Florist for Your Pooja Needs

At Sagar Florist, we pride ourselves on providing fresh, beautifully arranged kaner flowers for all your pooja requirements. Our commitment to quality ensures you receive the finest blooms, helping you create a divine ambiance during your spiritual practices.

Visit us today for a wide selection of flowers and arrangements that will elevate your pooja experience. Let the kaner flower from Sagar Florist be a fragrant blessing in your rituals.