That No One Would Like It And My Career As A Singer Would Be Over. I Genuinely Thought That. I Worked

मेरी लगी श्याम संग प्रीत ये दुनिया क्या जाने ||

"Tose naina laage piya savre"

"Nahi bas mein ab ye jiya bawre"

One thing I’ll never understand is why our men gave up on dhotis and other traditional unstitched clothing?! Like they looked so elegant and comfortable…women still wear sarees and I just wish men brought back more traditional male fits besides the plain old kurta pajamas. If you’re a modest man you can even style kurtas with your dhotis as many old folks still do in villages!

When I'm out of breath, she's my vitals

"तुझको जो पाया आ हाँ

तो जीना आया अब ये लम्हा ठहर जाए

थम जाए बस जाए

हम दोनो के दरमियाँ"

-Mere Bina (Crook) 2010.

महफ़िलों में जाना मेरा भी...

यूं हूरों से टकराना मेरे भी है...

मुझे तेरे मेरे अहद-ए-वफ़ा का वास्ता...

मिज़गां नीचे करके यूं आगे बढ़ जाना मेरा...

This was super pretty from the other day.

Hoping to add some happy Wednesday colors to your feed!

<3 Rukmini

जो तेरा था ही नहीं उसे

खोने का ग़म क्यों,

जो पल ठहरता ही नहीं

उसे खोने का ग़म क्यों,

हवा भी पराई,ये सांसें उधार की

फिर चिंता से उदास मन क्यों,

जो आया है वो जाएगा एक दिन

फिर मोह में फंसा ये तन क्यों....!!

#राधे_राधे 🙏

Indian parents often claim to be mature, but many struggle to act appropriately around their children. They rarely take accountability for their actions and fail to consider how their behavior might cause trauma or instill fear. They seem to believe that simply giving birth makes them god-like, granting them the right to treat their child however they please.

Draupadi as a Feminist

Draupadi is not just a character in an epic. She is the embodiment of resistance in a world built to silence women. She speaks where others remain silent. She questions when others bow down.

Her polyandrous marriage was not submission. It was choice. In choosing her path, she shattered the notion that a woman's role is to obey.

In the court where her dignity was gambled away, she did not beg for mercy. She demanded justice. She did not cry. She confronted. She did not collapse. She stood.

Draupadi challenged the very foundation of patriarchy. She asked what no one dared to ask. She forced power to look at itself. Her voice was not an echo. It was an eruption.

She did not wait to be saved. She saved herself with courage sharper than any weapon. Her strength was not divine. It was human. It was hers.

Draupadi is feminism before it was named. She is the fire that refuses to go out. She is every woman who questions, who resists, who rises.