a somewhat pretentious and chaotic indian hindu here (iām new to tumblr, sorry if there are any formatting errors :/)
pulling all-nighters for days and making yourself a cup of āadrak wali chaiā at 2 am.
embracing your dark circles (because you canāt be bothered trying to hide them anyways)
no playlist is ever complete without kishore kumar, mohd rafi, rahat fateh ali khan and lata mangeshkar.Ā ākhoya khoya chaandā at 3 am? yes pls.Ā
opting for stem majors because your parents wanted you to but secretly having aĀ ālove affairā with history, politics and literature.
wearing your motherās saree and finding comfort and warmth within its drapes.
incarnate mehendi designs on your hands.
having read the geeta, mahabharata, ramayana, vedas and the upnishads and analyzing it so many times that now you know it better than your grandma.Ā
philosophizing about the meaning of life, about karma, about religion, about everything.
tagore. everything about tagore.
getting into heated political debates with friends.
knowing at least 2-3 languages before you start primary school.
studying sanskrit. that in itself makes you feel connected to the world of academia. imagine learning a language that was spoken by our ancestors, thousands of years ago. the language of history. amazing.
wearing your dadiās jewelry for the sake of nostalgia
oh and wearing your motherās watch because āsentimentā
speaking of nostalgia and sentiment ā going through old photo albums still saved in your motherās almirah.
Ā white kurtis and pashmina shawls in winter is a mood.
knowing a great deal about architecture, thanks to being surrounded by historical monuments all around.