#satvik

[rabiosantologia]

[dunyabukadar]

Gulutensiz makarnanın yanına fırında sebze ayrıca avokadolu, narlı roka salatası.

Bunu nasıl yaptığımı soranlara diyorum ki ben öyle çok doyuyorum ki.. yediklerim fazla bile geliyor.

[indian-mythology]

कौन हैं भगवान 'हरिहर' ?

हरिहर हिंदू धर्मशास्त्र और धर्म से विष्णु (हरि) और शिव (हारा) का मिश्रित सात्विक लक्षण वर्णन है। हरि विष्णु का रूप है, और हारा शिव का रूप है। शंकरनारायण के रूप में भी जाना जाता है ("शंकर" शिव है, और "नारायण" विष्णु है) जैसे ब्राह्मणनारायण (आधा ब्रह्मा का प्रतिनिधित्व करता है और आधा विष्णु का प्रतिनिधित्व करता है), इस प्रकार हरिहर को वैष्णव और शैव दोनों द्वारा सर्वोच्च भगवान के रूप में सम्मानित किया जाता है। हरिहर को कभी-कभी एक दार्शनिक शब्द के रूप में भी प्रयोग किया जाता है जो विष्णु और शिव की एकता को एक ही परम वास्तविकता के विभिन्न पहलुओं के रूप में दर्शाता है जिसे ब्रह्म कहा जाता है। एक सिद्धांत के रूप में विभिन्न देवताओं की समानता और "सभी अस्तित्व की एकता" की इस अवधारणा को हिंदू दर्शन के अद्वैत वेदांत स्कूल के ग्रंथों में हरिहर के रूप में चर्चा की गई है। हरिहर की कुछ शुरुआती मूर्तियां, जिनमें से एक आधी छवि विष्णु और दूसरी आधी शिव के रूप में है, भारत के जीवित गुफा मंदिरों में पाई जाती है, जैसे कि गुफा १ और ६ वीं शताब्दी के बादामी गुफा मंदिरों की गुफा ३ में।

[sdcard]

🍓 Hi chigo i am in your inbox for attention 🍓

Hi satvik twenty/catgirlmiwa/officialitaly/samphobe :| your writing is so so good it gives me literal chills reading it :) makes me want to pick up writing frequently ALSO your edits are so cool i am thinking about the yuuji one from this week's episode and also brown eyes gojou

[pearltearemaking]

how are you a poc of color if your mobile theme background is WHITE. and your icon is also mostly WHITE. something isn't adding up 🤨

you got me...😰

[dunyabukadar]

Aralık ayı benim için Satvik ayı oldu. Yılda 1 kez mutlaka yapıyorum. Genelde şubat, mart ya da nisanda yapıyordum, bu kez aralığa kaldı. İyiki de kalmış. Öyle dönüştürücü bir dönem ki..

[sdcard]

a bit late for the ask game but. 0. probably somewhere in the negatives really

Yeah that sounds about right

[alittledaylight]

The kids arrived home from school to find Nanni watching TV with Anika. Their grandmother would visit on her days off from work to help out.

“Satvik, will you come and help me get some groceries please?”

“Yes Mama, I’ll get changed.”

Ananya would often take just one of the kids with her to the grocery store. They would have one on one time together and she would treat them to a milkshake or ice-cream. The kids loved having their mother to themselves for that short time.

After the groceries were packed in the car Ananya and Satvik ordered ice cream and sat outside the cute Ice Cream Shoppe. They chatted amicably for a while, eating and enjoying the warm autumn weather, Ananya allowing Satvik to steer the conversation.

When he finally ran out of steam she spoke. 

“Satvik, I have noticed there seems to be some tension between you and Aryan.” It was merely an observation, she wanted to be careful in her approach. Listen if he wanted to talk.

Satvik looked at his ice cream. “Yes.” It was a statement of fact. His eyes moved to his mother, his expression sad. “Something happened.”

Ananya waited expectantly.

He shook his head downcast. “But I can’t tell you Mama.”

Ananya looked at her son feeling grieved. “Okay,” she said. She wouldn’t force it, no matter how much she might want to. She would have to try to let this go.

They both finished their ice cream and a lady came to take their bowls.

“I feel…disappointed, Mama.” It was a word he had heard his parents use. Ananya looked at Satvik, her eyes questioning. “Aryan made a choice.” He looked at her, his eyes clear. “And I didn’t like it.”

Ananya could see the struggle in Satvik but also that he was growing up. He had obviously thought about this deeply and she felt she may understand better now. She didn’t need the details.

“I see.” She said. “Sometimes our loved ones do things that we don’t agree with or they let us down in some way and it changes the way we see them.” She offered.

He nodded. “Yes.” That’s what had happened. And now Aryan didn’t want Satvik to talk about it. “What do I do?”

Ananya felt for her son. “Nothing, shona.” The term of endearment was sweet like its Bengali meaning.

He looked at her, his eyes wide. He had been expecting and hoping his mother would help him with her usual wise advice. Not tell him there was nothing he could do.