#thha

[krsnaradhika]

Coming from a Hindu - Rama is a prick for what he made his wife go through he doesn't deserve to be worshipped.

Nobody asked for your opinion. Do not litter my asks with such trash. "Coming from a Hindu" - you're a stigma in the name of one. Go fuck yourself.

[chaoticorphanchild]

" tthe se ppl r s o mean 2 mme "

[arcadeposting]

ggod i hate creeps

[bandarrrrr]

https://www.tumblr.com/oosajnire/761615040929562624/siya-and?source=share

paaji anon apko shayad iske barein mein bata raha thha, just a thought 🤔

Ohhh demm oh demm got it, guys are you shipping us?

[janaknandini-singh999]

"AAAAAAAAAAA!!" Krishna shrieked, closing his eyes

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYY" everyone came out

He slowly opened his eyes to look around and find his family and friends all in shining new clothes, clapping their hands together. All his wives and children folding their hands and touching his feet, he immediately hugged them. He touched Balram's feet and also got a fierce and emotional hug in return.

Radha watched, smiling and holding something in her hands

"Is that A CAKE?! HEY, MAHADEV- IT'S A MAAKHAN CAKE OMGG???" Krishna jumped

He took the cake, put it on the table and embraced Radha who grinned widely and hugged him back tighter. The cake cutting took place, everyone singing and cheering their kanha as he finished it and fed everyone the cake with his own hands.

"See, dau? I told you! Bhaybheet hone ki koi baat hi nahi thhi, they were all preparing for my birthday!"

"Haa, KANHA I-" Balram suddenly got cut off by the mysterious look Radha and all of Krishna's wives gave him

Radha cleared her throat "Well, it is like this.. Kanha, all your sakhis and wives discussed with me so I'm their representative. And I know it is your birthday but this time we all wish for something from you."

"Sakhi ki ichha-" Krishna started

"AREY, OH!? RUKO. Don't you "sakhi ki iccha hi satya vachan" it away! I've always had first hand experience of this leela of yours aur sabse PEHLE PHASSTA HOON MAIN-" Balram fumed but stopped at the soft, pitiful look everyone was giving him now "Haa Haa ab aise bhi matt dekho. Main toh bas keh raha thha ki pehle sunn toh lo Radha kya maang rakhna chaahti hain?"

Getting her opening at last, Radha clapped her hands enthusiastically and blurted "We all want to swap roles with you and your sakhas, Kanha!"

Pradyumnn and Sambha jumped, Balram almost choked "Wh- WHAT!??"

"But Radha, I already do that! Remember in lath maar Holi etc where you all make me a gopi and I dance for all of you?" Krishna put his finger on his chin, thinking something amusedly and smiling. He knew where she was going with this.

"Tch, but that's just you! Kanha ki leela involves the jagat so why should anybody be spared? Especially today on Janmashtami?? Aaj toh leeladhar ka hi din hain! We want all the men and gwalas swapped with the women and gopis. Just for a day, please!"

Sambha carefully signaled Pradyumnn to slip away unnoticed but they got caught by Rukmini. "Where do you think you're going, my boys?" she giggled, looking over at Radha

"Matashri, I know what you all and Radha ji are doing! You want to make the gwalas and pitashri pay with how they messed with you by doing the same with them through this kreeda! But what have WE done!? We never mistreated any woman! LET US GOO-"

"HAA, KANHA- you CAN'T do THIS!!!" Balram agreed, instantly coming to their side "Why should we reap the fruits of the seeds YOU AND YOUR BELOVED GWALAS SOWED?! BAHOT KARMA KA GEET GAATEY HO NA, KANHA? AB BHUKTOO HAHA. But leave us OUT of this. Punishing one innocent is a worse crime than letting million criminals go scot free."

Krishna suppressed his grin and looked at Radha, who said "Ugh, accha baba, we will soften it on you! You all will be queens living in the comfort of the palace while the gwalas outside get transformed into gopis, is that fine?"

"DHANYAVAAD, RADHA JI." they all bowed to her

Radha couldn't help but chuckle "Let's see how you handle even that, though." she winked

Krishna smiled and looked at everyone, then finally at Radha as he chanted like a mantra: "Sakhi ki iccha, mere liye aadesh. Tathastu!" and snapped his fingers as a ray of light emanated, covering them all

Everyone in Dwarka had been swapped. Vrindavan's gopis and gwalas had also been teleported here and swapped. Men turned into beautiful women while the women turned into handsome men. The women marvelled at their now male bodies

"This physique can help us do ANYTHING! LET'S GO" as they worked enthusiastically and many times harder in their male bodies than what the men had. The men stared and struggled at just wearing their clothes: heavy jewellery and saris "HOW can ANYONE do ANYTHING in this attire!?" For the village ones, they couldn't even balance the matka on their heads. The cooking, looking after their children, working tirelessly throughout the day without expecting anything in return. Many of then collapsed "how can anyone be subjected to THIS? It's too much, it's MADNESS!" Lying under the sun in that utterly exhausted condition, they found a new respect for their wives and promised to always help them from now on. They folded their hands silently and bowed.

Jambavanti, daughter of the bear king Jambavant, was already powerful as a woman, who now after turning into a man had become unstoppable. In her male form, she had ripped muscles and wearing a dhoti, was in the akhaada - knocking all pehelwaans out one after the other.

"Can't anyone beat me?" she giggled

Balram approached his favourite place and paused after seeing this warrior, taking time to recognizing his sister in law who smiled and bowed upon seeing him. He gulped. Suddenly a sharp pain tore through his abdomen, he grabbed his mouth with his hands and rushed to the palace.

In the jewellery store, someone stepped in with the air of a king. It was Satyabhama. In her male form, she wore a bright turban and dazzling merchant's clothes. A moustache adorned her face with a glint in her eyes. The store was operated all by women - just the men who had turned into women. She nodded at them and ordered to be shown the best of gems.

"Hmm, this one's fake." she was examining a diamond studded in a ring

As if slapped, she was met with a hue and cry of "That's impossible! It's the heirloom of the famous jeweler who opened this very store decades ago."

"Take it for testing." she muttered with the same confidence of someone who was an expert because she was. She and her father had been the keeper of the alokik syamantak mani, she's always had a keen eye for gems all her life. One of them hurriedly went outside with it and came back after half an hour with it, shaking and baffled.

"It IS FAKE! We've been blind for so long!"

Everyone turned to face Satyabhama, questions filling every part of their essence "Who are you, O Great Jauhari?"

Rukmini was beaming with the happiness of a fulfilled artist. She had just finished painting a myriad of pieces. They included: a full moon alighting a heavenly forest at night, a peacock dancing in the rain, a tiny candle slowly melting away silently placed on a table, its dim but warm light falling on a fluttering page which was alongside it, pressed in place from flying away by the feverish and tired hand of a girl whose only back was visible, while her other hand was passionately writing on it, as it mercilessly thundered away outside her window.

All of these paintings had a part of her in them, a part of her swami in them. She took it to the common people art gallery in her male form, a place she wouldn't have been allowed to visit so casually had she been in her female form as the queen. It was soon crowded. Everyone stared numb, hypnotized by these paintings. Each one of them evoked a different and wide range of emotions through them. Some people were crying, some were smiling. Some were doing both. Everyone present as if momentarily had been teleported to Rukmini's heart to the time she had experienced all these memories which she had so fondly put on canvas - experiences of all kind. Of her childhood innocence, playing in the palace, then slowly oppression, misery, helplessness, hope, devotion and finally joy and peace.

But one piece that stood out was a portrait. A magnificent picture of their Dwarkadheesh, captured in his most divine form as the gentle hands of a woman placed the crown on his head, lovingly. He was smiling. Everyone instantly bowed and a murmur went around "Who is this godly artist?"

Balram was lying down on his bed, wailing.

Revati immediately rushed inside

"Kya hua, swami?"

"REVATI JI-- MUJHSE KHOON NIKAL- Aisa lag raha hain ki main YUDDH BHOOMI MEIN HOONN PARANTU SHATRU BAAHAR NAHI BALKI MERE SHAREER KE ANDARRR SE VAAR KAR RAHA HAIN!!? Yeh kaisa SHRAAP, YEH KAISI MRITYU-"

"Yeh shraap nahi, jeevan dene ka bhaag hain." Revati smiled silently and put her hand on her swami's head, stroking it and soothing him

"JEEVAN? YEH MRITYU HAIN! Yeh kab tak chalega!?"

"4-5 din.."

"KYA!? Humare toh yuddh MEIN BHI DHARM HAIN KI SURYAAST KE BAAD koi nahi ladta. Yeh kaisa atyaachaar, anyaay-" that's when he realized and fell the ground to bend and touch his wife's feet who gasped and carried him to the bed again

"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain, swami!? You're in this state please don't-"

"Aap sab deviyan param pujy mahaan hain. Mera naman kripya sweekar kijiye."

Revati smiled

Radha and her sakhis, now in the form of gwale, were having the time of their lives. They burst matke, stole maakhan and laughed at the gwale who had all turned into gopiyan now. When they were bathing, Radha whistled from her hiding spot and they all stole their robes, giggling and running away. Krishna and his friends saw their clothes missing and screamed, draping their chest with their hands in horror.

Extremely mad, Krishna and everyone avoided Radha's toli. But that's when a sweet melody sounded through the atmosphere. Radha was playing the flute. Forgetting and dropping everything, Krishna ran to her. Radha nodded at Krishna who smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, many such Krishnas in the form of a gopi emerged and came towards the gwale! And they all danced.

Nar naari ka roop badalke, khele radhakrishna! "Prem se badhke vishwa mein kya hain?" poochhe nand govinda, poochhe nand Gopala

Gwala ho ya gopi ho, sabme ek wahi toh hain samaaya

Chandni ho ya Surya ki kirne, woh hi toh hain Maya, dharm bhi samjhaya!

Vrindavaneshwari, raas rachaiyyaa

Jhoome jiski dhun pe kanhaiya!

Radharani sabki pyaari,

Thaame humari naiyaa!

Krishna leaned his head on Radha's shoulder peacefully as they silently swung slowly on the jhoola together in the vann, soaking the moonlight.

"Is this everything you and your sakhis felt when we always used to mess with you all in Vrindavan?" Krishna whispered

Half asleep but blissful, Radha nodded

"I promise to never make you all feel this way ever again."

"Oh no, we quite enjoy your maya." Radha whispered back, admitting it finally "We'd rather be tricked and surprised by you than face the dreadful mundane humdrum of life without your mischievous smile and charm to guide us."

Before he could say anything, Radha suddenly got up, held his hands and took him somewhere. After a while, they reached and Krishna froze. A colourful house with lots of trees around and a big aangan, where tulsi ji was placed, her leaves swaying softly in the breeze. A woman was there with a matki in her hands, staring blankly above at the moon.

Krishna had come into his baal roop, as he sobbed and called out "maiya?"

The emotions flooded back into the woman as if after an eternity. She turned around in a flash "Lalla?"

He ran and hugged his mother who softly pulled his ears and sobbed, whispering "Kahan chala gaya thha, ha? Kitna dhundha! Apni maiyaa ko pareshan karna bahot pasand hain na tujhe?"

Little krishna pinched both his ear lobes and innocently lowered his head in apology and hugged her again "shamaa kar do na, pyaari maiyaa..?"

Yashoda laughed, drying away her tears "Bas yahi toh karta hain na yeh maakhan chor? Ab bhala tumse rootha bhi koi kitni hi der tak reh sakta hain?"

Radha, who had also turned into her child form, looked on and cried little tears silently from a polite distance, smiling

"Aaja, Kanha. Janmdin ki dher saari badhaai, mere lalla! Yeh le tera mannpasand maakhan- arey, Radha? Wahan kyu khadi hain? Bina kahe iss natkhat ke liye maakhan banane mein roz mere paas aake haath bat'aati hain. Aaja khaa le, maine tere liye bhi kheer banaayi hain aaj!"

Little Radha ran in Yashoda maiya's arms who gently kissed her forehead. They both fed maakhan and kheer to maiya also and the three laughed and embraced each other.

[basics-academy-yum]

I LOVE THIS AU SM, ITS SO NEAT OMGGGGG- Could we see some more doodles of Micah/NULL? He’s sooooo silly 🤍 I wanna give him a cookie

Null: Thha-ank you for the.... cookie, by the way.

((If the glitch affect hurts anyone's eyes too much or is upsetting, please lmk!! I'll be sure to lighten up with it or stop using it :] ))

[shaptak]

"Aisa toh nahi tha ki isse zyada khoobsurat ladki maine dekhi nahi thi… par pata nahi kyun uske chehre se meri nazar hatti nahi thi. Uski aankhein jhuki hui thi aur uski saansein tez… bohot darri hui thi woh. Uska ek baal uski daayin aankh ko pareshaan kar raha thha, woh use jhatakne ki koshish kar rahi thi par hawa tez thhi… baal wahin ka wahin. Maine uske baal hataane ke liye usse apna haath hataya aur usne ghabra ke meri taraf dekha. Hum dono ne pehli baar ek doosre ko dekha. Wo mujhe darr ke maare ghoorti rahi. Fir usne aahista apni nazar jhukaai par main use ghoorta raha."

[tumharidesigirl]

mujhe kya pta thha, ek aisa waqt aayega jab tumhare bina mera dinn adhura sa reh jaega

[lushpuppyxxx]

Happy Saturday, sexy puppy xoxo

Thha k youuuuuuuu

[syyedmohdsaad]

"Aisa Toh Nahi Tha Ki Isse Zyada Khoobsurat Ladki Maine Dekhi Nahi Thi... Par Pata Nahi Kyun Uske Chehre Se Meri Nazar Hatt Ti Nahi Thhi. Uski Aankhein Jhuki Hui Thi Aur Uski Saansein Tez... Bohot Darri Hui Thhi Woh. Uska Ek Baal Uski Daayin Aankh Ko Pareshaan Kar Raha Thha, Woh Use Jhatakne Ki Koshish Kar Rahi Thhi Par Hawa Tez Thhi... Baal Wahin Ka Wahin. Maine Uske Baal Hataane Ke Liye Usse Apna Haath Hataya Aur Usne Ghabra Ke Meri Taraf Dekha. Hum Dono Ne Pehli Baar Ek Doosre Ko Dekha. Wo Mujhe Darr Ke Maare Ghoorti Rahi. Fir Usne Aahista Apni Nazar Jhukaai Par Main Use Ghoorta Raha..."

[the-scintillatingsinner]

thhas,,,jmamamagu

bbaay

[krsnaradhika]

English ke paper mein poem likhna thha "beauty" pe. Kanha pe likh ke aa rahi hoon 😂🙈

[usarinnpa]

i thinkk tumblr not working thha well is one of my last straws immtrying sooso hard HTEY MADE FUTABA SUFFER !!!!IDONT THINK I DID ANYTHING WRONG maybe idid ouuugh

[altamasansari12]

Thha asar daar pyaar uska itna ke, wo chala to gaya magar mujhko lekar gaya chhod kar nahi.

[amayobera]

Sach thha ya ghalat fehmi

Par khwaab nahi jud paate

Dukh dete jaan lete hain

Taras zara nahi khaate

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[janaknandini-singh999]

Rani lingered by and stepped back in the shadows to avoid being seen by Jamini as she went by, glimpsing a content smile on her ever serene thakuma.

She had no intentions of hearing what the women were talking about but couldn't help herself when she had picked up their voices discussing something intently, especially of her dadi saas Dhanlakshmi, whose unwavering tone was such a contrast to the sweet, yet as determined one, of her thakuma. She smiled.

Both the women just couldn't have more different personalities yet they were talking. They had come together. Because of their respective grandchildren. Rani had always wondered, however, that in temperament maybe she was more like Dhanlakshmi than even her own grandmother. A rock, a parvat - despite of everything she faced, because of everyone she distanced. Rani couldn't ever imagine being distant from her family though, she agreed, but when she was growing up she just felt a little.. different from her family. All of them were beautiful and unique in their own ways but she had grown to be the unrelenting parvat in their house. But after being so strong, in the end, when she'd get tired of it all, she'd often go to find peace the most in her thakuma's chaanv. She was glad her thakuma could talk to Dhanlakshmi, providing something to her dadi saas as well, no matter how little it may have been received because of the walls Dhanlakshmi had put up around her heart since eons now.

She smiled again.

Rocky was so much like her thakuma.

He was bubbly, kind and gentle just like her. If she was the parvat then he was the river flowing from it, calming it down, helping it find a purpose for being strong for so long.

The universe has a strange way of working indeed - these two lovebirds were more like their grandmothers in law than their own grandmothers. She believed that if there's destiny then it was determined to make them come to each other since day one. The evergreen love story of Jamini and Kanwal was simply the first golden ray of an eagerly awaited, breathtaking dawn.

A breeze blew and something fluttered in her palm, her attention diverting to it - an envelope - now remembering why she had come here in the first place. It was a letter she was to deliver. To her dadi saas.

She was learning Punjabi and this was the first thing she wanted to write in the language. She had been moved by how, little by little, Rocky had recently started secretly learning Bangla from her thakuma. He was mad when Rani got to know about it.

"YAAARR SURPRISE DENA THHA MUJHEEE THAAKUMAA NE DHOKA DIYA TUMHE BATAAKEY" Rocky had pouted

"Arey baba unhone NAHI bataya mujhee. Ab tum raat mein sote samey random Bangla gibberish bologe toh KISI KO bhi lagega Monjulika chadhh gayi hain!" Rani had laughed

Rocky had made a bigger puppy face "galat.. Monjulika nahi. Rani Chatterjee chadhh gayi hain mujhe" and had kissed her, grinning

Upon learning about the letter though, Rocky had frowned, saying

"Arey but Punjabi toh sherdilo, deewano ki bhaasha hain! Yeh koi intellectual, dEeP Bangla thodi na hain jo tu aisey heavy topic pe dadi ko likh rahi hain. Aur KYU LIKH RAHI HAIN!??"

Rani had sighed. Her husband was the sweetest angel ever but he was so innocent that it physically used to give her a bittersweet pain sometimes. She had cupped her husband's face and whispered "Many have let her down, baba. It's an apology letter."

He had whispered back "baakiyon ke liye tum kyu maafi maang rahi ho? tumhaari toh koi galti bhi nahi hain."

"Kisiko bhi unki language mein kuch bhi kehne se hamesha woh baat zyaada acche se dil mein jaati hain. Chaahe woh koi bhi ho. Aur hain meri galti. I've been one of those people who have hurt her. I'm not saying that she's never been at fault but.. she's not evil. She is not any more selfish than we all are sometimes. And this is the least she deserves and needs after going through so much. A closure. Maybe a forgiveness that she needs to give to herself too. Maybe she is too proud to give it to herself even now. But maybe my words can help her do that. Just maybe."

"Ab agar unko khudko maaf karna hain toh tum kyu maafi- YAAR BAHOT COMPLICATED hain yeh sab." Rocky groaned in a pillow and then whispered "tumhe jo karna hain karo. But JALDI AANA mujhe tumhare bahot yaad aayegiii"

"OKAYY. Drama queen meri" Rani had shaken her head and broke into laughter with him, kissing his nose before leaving through the door.

The letter fluttered more urgently in her hand now. She had decided to send it as an anonymous one, slipping it in the letterbox of Dhanlakshmi Sweets which was always flooded by a lot of mails anyway so it would be easy.

Just as she opened the mailbox carefully-

"Khud baat karne mein darrti ho kya?"

Rani looked up and saw Dhanlakshmi standing rigidly on the main door of the house. It was the only picture in that moment that one needed to see in order to know who ruled the Randhawa family.

Rani bent down to touch her feet and stiffened when she didn't feel her dadi saas's hands come up to give her blessings. She straightened again, looking elsewhere and clearing her throat.

"Kya hua? Waapis apna wahi puraana bakhaan karne aagayi? Mujhe yeh kehne ki hum dono itne bhi alag nahi hain jitna main samajhti hoon?"

"Nahi." Rani's eyes slowly filling with tears finally met Dhanlakshmi's who was taken a little aback but stood her guard as always.

Rani folded her hands and spoke after what seemed like ages

"I think we couldn't be any more different. I could've never done what you did for your family, that too all alone. You were the backbone when nobody had your back. You're a powerful lady but you have a heart too, no matter how much you tend to show that you don't. And I'm sorry for being one of those to break it, I should've been the last person to do so because I.. understand how it feels to be that way. Dadi," she lowered her head in reverence "ho sake toh.. mujhe maaf kar dena" and the tears came running down, undammed yet again

And Dhanlakshmi came forward, touching Rani's shoulders ever so lightly to make her look up and meet her eyes and Rani could've sworn she saw something changed in them. Rani was so overwhelmed and tired that she closed her eyes when suddenly she felt something on her cheek. She opened her eyes in a flash to find her grandmother in law stiffly patting her bony hand against her cheek - like a long hurt and betrayed child not sure what to do when suddenly being thrown in a pool of genuine affection, like a cold stone being crushed not sure when it will find purpose to be as rigid, hard and strong again. In another lifetime all over again, maybe.

A parvat.

"Ghar ke bade log na kabhi zyaada der tak naaraz rehte hain, naa maafi maangte hain. Bas aashirwaad dete hain" Dhanlakshmi whispered just as coolly and turned around, taking the letter from Rani's who smiled at her dadi saas maa's ever stern figure retreating into her room as if nothing happened.

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@houseofbreadpakoda INSPIREDDDD me <3