a somewhat pretentious and chaotic indian hindu here (i’m new to tumblr, sorry if there are any formatting errors :/)
pulling all-nighters for days and making yourself a cup of “adrak wali chai” at 2 am.
embracing your dark circles (because you can’t be bothered trying to hide them anyways)
no playlist is ever complete without kishore kumar, mohd rafi, rahat fateh ali khan and lata mangeshkar. “khoya khoya chaand” at 3 am? yes pls.
opting for stem majors because your parents wanted you to but secretly having a “love affair” with history, politics and literature.
wearing your mother’s 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.
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 dadi’s jewelry for the sake of nostalgia
oh and wearing your mother’s watch because “sentiment”
speaking of nostalgia and sentiment – going through old photo albums still saved in your mother’s almirah.
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.