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Feel dumb for not having known this but today is Lakshman Jayanthi!
Happy birthday to the little brother of all time 🤍🏹🧡🏹
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Meet the fam (Ayodhya Version)
Ram
Is sweet and caring and oh so perfect
Parent figure
has love and only love for all in his heart
THE best singer of the family
Bharat
Local Da Vinci
a confused and gullible human who is easily manipulate
has delicate and soft hands
"but what did I do?" *confused*
Lakshman
"Bhai no bola karneka matlab karneka"
Temper issues
has a secret stash of romance novels
if only murder was legal-
Shatrughan
baby of the family
underrated, but deserving
romantic
has a beef with Lakshman everyone
#ramayana#brothers#hindu mythology#desiblr#hindublr#ram#bharat#lakshman#shatrughan#first time doing something Ramayan related#idk why I have not posted this till now
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This is the entire Ramayana
#ramayana#ramayan#hindu memes#hinduism memes#hinduism#rama#ram#bharata#bharat#lakshmana#lakshman#laxmana#laxman#shatrughna#shatrughan
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Every time I feel sad about third wheeling, I remind myself that Lakshman third-wheeled for 14 years straight.
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"Narayana, Narayana!"
Chapter 1.
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Disclaimer: this is no way shape or form, accurate to the itihasa- and is not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments, views or beliefs.
Thank you.
Unedited- you've been warned.
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Ram looked at the sunset in the horizon from Sarayu. Oh, he loved the sunset- but dawn was his favourite.
One foot.
It reminded him of new beginnings. Of how everyday could start anew.
It reminded him of the time he'd wake up, in the forest- and see the Sun- a reminder of how the days were passing till he would return to his home.
Two feet.
The dawn was Sita's favourite, too. Maybe that was another reason why he favoured it- but then again, he could never compare the Sun to her. Everytime he saw her, it was dawn for him. It was a new beginning- a fresh page.
Oh, what he would do to see the Dawn with her.
...How long had it been?
He lost count.
Five feet.
He had dreamt of watching the Dawn with his sons, together- when they were in his wife's womb- but it seemed that fate had other plans.
Ten feet.
Perhaps, in another life.
Black.
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It was the end of not just a great king, that sunset- it was the end of an era.
But ofcourse, a sunset is followed by a dawn. A new beginning.
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A figure chuckled in the skies, looking down upon the bustling city.
Millennia had passed.
"Narayana, Narayana!"
It was time.
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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!
HEY GUYS!!! I got a hit of inspiration out of nowhere SO HERE I AM
Hope y'all liked chapter one of my new Ramayana theatre AU fic!!!! (Yes you heard me right, theatre AU- this is gonna be an interesting one)
You might be asking, 'Lemons, you said theatre au, but where is theatre?'
ShHHH- we'll get to that part soon hehehehehehehehe
Constructive critisism is always welcome, and please share your thoughts :D
Chapter two will be out soon, so keep an eye out!!
Stay safe, hydrated and healthy, and have a good one, folks!
#Ramayan#rama#sita#hindublr#desiblr#ram#ramayana#fanfic#hindu#Ramayan- theatre au#writers of tumblr#fanfiction#ramablr#shri ram#lakshman#hindu mythology#hinduism#sita ram#sita x ram#not fluff#its kinda slowburn#so#slowburn#angst#there's gonna be fluff too later on i swear
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I have always preferred Lakshman ji over Prabhu Shree Ram. I feel very guilty over it because Prabhu is no other than Kanha . But I can't help it. I can relate to Lakshman ji's righteous anger a lot. People might judge me for it but I needed to get it off my chest
#Deep in my heart i know#there is someone who will nod in agreement#that's Prabhu Himself#desiblr#hinduism#desi culture#vedic culture#hindu#lord krishna#lord rama#lakshman#ramayana
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RAMAYAN AU: LAKSHMANA DIES
Or, a 3+1 fic in which each part is progressively longer than the last. Written for my beloved Govind dada, a belated Happy Birthday to you! <3
1.
Rama bent over Lakshmana and brushed away a stray strand of hair from his fair face. He dared not look at the sky. The young night was playing runaway. Beside him, King Sugriva sat still as a flame, barely daring to breathe. Rama felt a prick of shame at his impatient rudeness, but it flickered out almost immediately.
Sushena was swaying back and forth, twirling a blade of grass with nimble fingers, frowning at the ever-darkening night. A low gong sounded. Nal sniffled, and Neel looked at his twin, alarmed. Rama wrapped his calloused hands around his brother’s pale, cooling body and clung to it like he clung to his hopes. The last prahar of the night had begun.
2.
Dawn came with the news of Hanuman’s return. Rama could see the darker parts of the encampment without even squinting. The sky had started to brighten significantly by the time Hanuman dumped the huge mountain on the shore with a bang. A cloud of sand blew up like a desert-storm. Waving a hand in front of his face, Sushena rushed up the rocky slope astonishingly fast for someone his age. Rama covered Lakshmana’s face with the edge of his saffron angavastra, trying to shield him from the dust.
Ten minutes later, the old healer found the Sanjeevani and Hanuman flew Sushena down. Nal rushed to bring the mortar and pestle, but the Vaidya was already crushing the leaves with his bare hands. Rama kissed Lakshmana’s forehead and mumbled, “Just a while longer, brother. Hold on.”
He held Lakshmana’s lips open as Sushena squeezed the sap out of the leaves, drop by drop, into his brother’s mouth. Then he sat back, stared for a few infinitesimal seconds, expectant and waiting. Nothing happened. Lakshmana lay unnaturally silent and still. The sun climbed higher in the sky. Rama let out a bone-chilling howl.
“My Lord,” Sushena began, then stopped. Rama fell over his brother’s body and wept. Heads bowed, the Vanara army looked on.
3.
It hurt everywhere. Rama did not know who had brought him into the tent. He did not know what happened to Sushena, or to the mighty mountain a mere hundred feet from his tent. He knew nothing but silence and sorrow. Where did they even take Lakshmana? Rama did not think he had it in him to light the pyre.
Oh! Cursed fate! That his little brother should never leave this forest! That Urmila, the poor, poor girl (was she a woman now?) should never see her husband! What would he tell Mother Sumitra, who had put his baby brother in his arms so many years ago and told Lakshmana to consider him as his father and mother? And Lakshmana! Had he not followed those words to the last, ever so wedded to duty and devotion? Could his all-encompassing, fervent nature even be measured by paltry words?
Rama knew he was on suicide watch. Angad was sitting at the flap, unmoving like a statue. He was trying to be quiet, but ever so often, he would sniffle, then muffle it with his hands. How had Rama missed how close the monkey prince was to his brother? What else had he missed in Lakshmana’s life? Would he have ever known how besotted he was with Urmila if Sita did not point it out? Had he missed other things too? Lakshmana always hid his own problems. Had Rama helped him with that?
The flap of the tent rustled. From the heavy footfalls, he knew it was Hanuman. He did not turn. It was silly to blame the one person who tried the hardest, but Rama was not being rational right now.
“My Lord, the army is ready.”
What army? What war without Lakshmana? Rama wanted to ask. But then Hanuman added, “Indrajit has come to gloat.”
The hollow, empty feeling in his chest swelled. His stomach churned his misery into something sour. A spark lit under his ribs, conflagrating into unbridled rage. Rama rolled over wordlessly, picked his bow, and marched out.
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It was in times like this that Rama desired his brother’s counsel. Lakshmana’s rage might not have been righteous, but it was forever just. Sita stood before him, worn and thin, pale face determined in the orange light of the flames, lips pressed to a hard line. The entirety of his army – or what was left – crowded around them, and Rama had never been so alone.
When she lifted her foot to step in the fire Sita tiled her head at him, and spoke with a voice colder than Himalayan winds, “Know this, banished Prince, had he been here, my son would never have allowed this.”
It is not necessarily true, but the weight of the words made Rama’s head bow lower.
Later, when they fly over the clouds towards Ayodhya, with Sita beside him yet Yojanas away, Rama finally realized that he would soon need to confront his family about Lakshmana. He might have as well said it aloud, for Sita lifted her blood-shot eyes for the first time since the disastrous Agniparikhsha and murmured, “He’s truly gone, isn’t he?”
It was strange to think of a life without Lakshmana leaping out from behind a tree and startling them, or proudly dragging a muddied deer to their beautiful, crooked hut, or trying his hardest to help Sita in her little gardens without stepping on some herb or the other. Sita had loved him like her own son, perhaps in ways she did not even love Rama.
“What will we tell them?” she wailed, clutching at the ends of her long hair.
Rama placed a tentative palm between Sita’s shoulder blades.
“Janaki,” he began, but his throat clogged up.
Sita pressed the edge of her saffron angavastra to her eyes and sobbed.
Later, Sumitra would faint and Urmila would stand by her lost and weeping, and Ayodhya would stone Kaikeyi for their lost Prince. Bharat would give up his life out of misplaced guilt, and Shatrughan of misplaced sorrow. Sita’s sisters would leave for the comforts of their father’s home. Rama, intemperate with the loss of his family, would banish Sita for the whispers of a drunken washerman.
Ages later, word would pass from father to daughter and mother to son, of how the Sun brought down the Solar Dynasty, and how the death of one man destroyed an empire as great as Ayodhya.
But all that was yet to be. For now, Rama and Sita leant against each other, tired and lost. The Pushpak Vimana flew onwards, unrelenting.
#ramayana#ramayan#rama#ram#sita#lakshman#lakshmana#hindu mythology#hinduism#birthday fic#hanuman#3+1#3+1 fics#fanfic#boo writes
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My thoughts after seeing Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama
Rama and Lakshman are the best brothers ever (also Rama literally killed multiple demons with divine weapons as a teenager and that’s honestly more than I accomplished at 15)
Sita has Disney Princess powers
“I will cleave your filthy brain in two!” is not a line I expected to hear from a PG rated movie
Bharata is underrated
Surpanakha needs therapy (and a nose job)
Why is Maricha kinda- 😏
Ravana seriously needs to keep it in his pants (I was mentally shaking his shoulders and yelling “when will you learn that your actions have consequences!?” at him the entire time)
Rama furiously declaring he’ll hunt Ravana to the ends of the universe and then Lakshman just casually telling him to calm down was way funnier than it had any right to be
RIP Jatayu
The sentient mountain turning out to be a demigod literally felt like an NPC side quest in a fantasy RPG
Hanuman is the GOAT
I love how Jambavan just randomly drops the bombshell on Hanuman that he has divine powers, also his voice is weirdly amusing
Hanuman gets swallowed by a sea serpent, then promptly chops the thing up into sushi
Ravana’s giving off vaguely yandere vibes and I’m all here for it
Hanuman introducing himself to Sita with a beautiful song legit warmed my heart so much, he’s so wholesome
Ravana filing his nails while listening to Hanuman’s speech only to be like “kill him” was darkly hilarious
“alright, but set fire to his tail first, then let him go home” Ravana WTH-
Then Hanuman subsequently commits arson and burns down half the city of Lanka (cue the theme from It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia)
I have only known Vibhishana for a minute and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself /j
Bridge building montage woohooo
Why do all the rakshasas sound either animalistic or flamboyant?
Speaking of which, there’s no way Indrajit is straight, no man who wears indigo eyeshadow, a crop top, no trousers and knee high boots isn’t at least a little bit bent
“Oh, what a nuisance! This is bothering me!” Ah yes, just how I’d describe being in the middle of a battle between literal demons and very floofy monkeys
Rama’s speech about respecting life was genuinely one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard
Kumbhakarna is the best boi
Kumbhakarna is the best round sleepy boi in the history of everything
His sons were absolute badasses and their deaths made me sad (not at all helped by his heartbroken expression when he found out)
I love how it literally took being waterboarded to wake up this giant
Vibhishana just casually mentioning to Rama that Kumbhakarna would become immortal after sleeping for SIX WHOLE MONTHS
Literally everything about Kumbhakarna is immensely endearing to me in a way I cannot explain, I just wanna smoosh his cheeks and feed him strawberry mochi, also he so ROUND
Kumbhakarna, don’t eat the Vanaras ffs
Kumbhakarna getting increasingly frustrated by the flying demons buzzing around him like mosquitoes should become a meme/reaction gif, purely because of how he yells “yOu ArE aNnOyInG mE!” at them
*two strikes of a divine sword later* NUUUUU MY BABYYYYY 😭
“I wish I’d known him as a friend, Vibhishana” that’s it, happy AU where everybody lives and they’re all besties let’s gooooo *crying inside*
The way Ravana’s voice quakes when he hears he’s now sans a brother 🥺
Indrajit is horrible but I love him
HANUMAN JUST AIRLIFTED A FUCKING MOUNTAIN HOLY SMOKES-
Omgggg an aerial battle this is so cool- INDRAJIT NOOOOO
RAVANA WHERE DID YOU GET AN AEROPLANE???
Yikes, Ravana, you’re really laying on the body horror here 😳
Awww Rama and Sita are together again yayyyy
Yasssss happy ending we love to see it!
Why are they flying to the moon in a glittering gold helicopter???
Basically, I love this movie and everything about it, especially Kumbhakarna 💞
(Also for the record I mean absolutely no disrespect by any of this)
#Ramayana: the legend of Prince Rama#anime#hindu mythology#Rama#Lakshman#Sita#Hanuman#ravana#vibhishana#kumbhakarna#surpanakha#Indrajit#rakshasa#vanaras#mythology#Ramayana#(btw I have seen this film before it just felt more real now that I’ve seen it in a cinema)#*feeds Kumbhakarna a massive piece of mochi*#gentle giant#yes that’s my kumbhakarna tag now deal with it
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I just saw a row between Lakshman and Parashuram from the latest on-air Ramayan... Let's just say Lakshman's my favourite character rn. He has such a guard-dog energy, that actually explains a LOT when u know he's reincarnation of Sheshnag himself, it makes sooooooo much more sense.
He straight up asked him why he does have such uncontrollable rageee!!!
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Lakshman: Am I in trouble?
Rama: Take a guess.
Lakshman: No?
Rama: Take another guess.
#queue#mythology#hindu mythology#incorrect quotes#source: perchance generator#ramayan#ramayana#ram#rama#lakshmana#lakshman#laxman#laxmana#not religious
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Happy Ram Navami!
Wishing you a Ram Navami filled with devotion, peace, and harmony. May Lord Rama guide you towards righteousness and virtue.
#leadpac#politicalanalysisinhyderabad#telanganapolitics#politicalanalysis#politics#telangana#sriramnavami#mahabharat#ramayanam#jaisriram#rama#hanuman#lakshman#thestoryoframa#bajarangbali#lordrama#india#sita#ramaji#ayodhya#ayodhyarama#indian politics#business#bharat#indian#political humor
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Lakshman: do you think birds have feelings?
Rama: it’s 4 am go the fuck to SLEEP
#ramayana#ramayan#rama#ram#lakshman#lakshmana#laxman#laxmana#incorrect ramayan quotes#source: my girlfriend#ok but like he never sleeps#honestly mood tho#hindu memes#hinduism memes
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Lakshman, laying in bed: Get out of my room.
Shatrughan, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.
#mythology memes#incorrect quotes#hindu mythology#incorrect mythology#incorrect mythology quotes#hinduism#hindu memes#ramayana#valmiki ramayan#lakshman#laxman#shatrughan#hindublr#desiblr#incorrect hindu quotes#incorrect myths
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Realisation
Act of becoming fully aware of something as a fact.
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Reminder: This is a work made from my own imagination, with inspiration from the actual itihasa, and not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.
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UNEDITED- you've been warned.
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14 years.
14 years it had been, since he had seen his wife.
14 years it had been, when she fell into a slumber.
And there he was. 14 years later, at the door to their chambers. She would still be sleeping. She would wake up soon.
There was a voice inside in the farther corners of his mind, whispering, of the time passed.
He promised her that he would be there the second she opened her eyes, and he intended to fulfill that promise.
He stopped in front of their chambers, his hand hovering over the handle, his ears ringing with nothing but silence, like a constant companion.
The quietness reminded him of the nights he spent, all alone, saying not a word, being one of the few lucky enough to witness the night pass on.
The nocturnals of the forest often saw him in the first nights, as if thinking- "Who is this strange being who had slipped past the clasp of Nidra Devi?"
Though often they left him to his own devices after a night or two, seeming him as own of their own, or as harmless, unless reckoned with, even if they were curious about his peculiar ways.
He shook his head, pulling himself out of his memories, walking inside, paying mind to his footsteps, making them as noiseless as can be.
He first looked around the chambers- he couldn't look at her, not yet.
Everything was the same.
The bedding, the vanity, all of it left where it had been all those years ago by them on that fateful day- with an innocent thought of dealing with it that night, after the day's duties had been fulfilled.
Oh, how wrong they were.
He retraced his steps. Mahadeva, his thoughts were moving faster than he could even process them.
He walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it carefully, looking at his wife.
She hadn't aged a day.
She looked so, so beautiful.
He sat there, patiently waiting for her to open her eyes- gently stroking her hair, when she opened her eyes.
He looked at her, looking right into her eyes-swirling pools of amber one could get lost in.
"Soumitra?" She asked, blinking her eyes, sleepily- he couldn't blame her, she had woken up from a 14 year long slumber.
"Urmila." He breathed out, looking at her, as he found himself smiling, and holding her hand.
And it was at this moment, he realised that he was the luckiest man in the world.
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Pov: u get inspo at the middle of the night right before you go to the bed that it makes you loose sleep lolz
Hope y'all like it!
Stay safe, happy, healthy and hydrated folks!
Have a good one <3
#ramayana#lakshman#urmila#desiblr#hindublr#fluff#couple fluff#just comfort cus y not#back to hibernation now#lakshmila#:D yay
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