"all hot girls put your hands up and say ommmmm shanti ommmmm" and then desi girls everywhere felt hot and amazing and slay

The two voices in my head are:

"kehte hain khuda ne iss jahan mein sabhi ke liye kisi na kisi ko hain banaya har kisi ke liye" chhotu sa hopeless romantic vs "HAR KISIKOOO NAHI MILTAAA YAHAAAN PYAAAAAAARRR ZINDAGI MEINNN" I'll die single YAAR

A nice afternoon 🌞

the desi urge to go on pani puri dates and have a competition to see who gives up first, dance with your love on pashmina, plan every single thing down to the last detail about diwali 3 months ago cause you cannot contain your excitement, eat parle g for dessert, get tattoos in forbidden places that'll slyly be visible with a shift of your pallu, have a signature itar that reminds everybody of you, fight the traditional gender roles that are pushed onto women since their birth in class then be it students or the teacher, have baraf ke gole that turn your tongue different colours and get ready to meet your beloved in secret with cause your parents don't approve of them and that adds to the thrill

I'm just a girl

(my brain shuts off when I'm around pasandida mard)

I'm in my 'normal camera supremacy' era

With you, even silence has its own beautiful melody

"yeah, eldest daughters tend to do that."

"do what?" she asks.

i look at her and i see a body filled with exhaustion caused by bearing the weight of problems that should never have been laid on her. i look at her and see the person who matured too fast, the person who doesn't know how to handle their parents' kindness or unjust expectations, the person whose stern expression swore to protect her siblings. i look at her and see myself.

"care too much."

Being a desi sapphic is like hMmM wHaT is iT gOnNa bE ✨today✨?

*mere sapno ki rani kab aayegi tu uwu* yearny?? or *ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga* kinda cute lil crush???? or *jab bhi main koi ladki dekhu* simping bitch????? or *BACHNAA AE HASEEEENOO* gay hoe

desi girls in traditional clothing >>>>>>>

the desi urge to call your love nicknames from your native language and not tell them the meaning, dance in random baraats with your friends, travel in autos instead of booking an uber, chase your sibling barefoot on the road despite it being sweltering hot and burning your feet, enjoy the monsoon by either eating pakoras and filter coffee or dancing in the rain in a salwar kameez, make rangolis for every festival, choose cooler over ac cause the Mitti Ki Khushbu™, be the best at kite flying, add small jhoomars to all your chunnis, use jaanam to address small kids, keep telling bhayiya to add spice to the pani puri water even if your eyes start watering and wear brown lipstick and thick kajal to look like the kind of women elders warn children against

chappad chappad karke tumhara sar kha jaun, ye meri love language hai