The Artist Inside Me Died Initially Because Of School And Then This!!!

The artist inside me died initially because of school and then this!!!

Being an artist from a middle class family is so fun guys 🥳🥰

Live example of, "tum lakh achhe bann jaao par ye duniya fir bhi tumhari kamiya hi dekhegi."

"It's disheartening to see how society often prioritizes physical appearance over intellect and achievements. A recent example is the trolling of Prachi, a Class 10 UP board topper, who was mercilessly criticized for her looks by millions of Indians. What's even more tragic is that she has been open about her struggles with PCOD (Polycystic Ovarian Disease), a medical condition that affects her appearance. Despite her impressive achievements, the hurtful comments about her looks will likely stay with her for a lifetime. Let's please stop judging and trolling people based on their physical appearance.

I'm in love with the way you write 😭🌸🎀

my beloved roaming around in a bazar until he stumbles onto a چوڑی کی دکان & wishes to gift me one instantly.Picking up the one which he thinks will adorn my beautiful milky wrist before the shopkeeper wraps it in a old 1998 wala newspaper and hands it over to him with a hint of hidden excitement in his eyes because he knows its for his beloved.

my beloved ends up knocking on the window of my house only for me to keep my spectacles aside closing the book down I was reading & heading to where he is.There he is standing dressed in a black شلوار قمیض enhancing his broad chest,with his hair disheveled making him look like one of those men of pure wisdon,elegance and heavenly.

upon catching my sight,he grins at me before waving a small hi making me grin back at him & lean over the window to take down the beautiful features of my beloved especially his smile.I raise my eyebrows at him only for him to show me his ear-to-ear smile & exhibiting that roll of paper which he hid behind his back.

He could see the glitter in my eyes & the excitement in my body language before he chuckles and gestures me to forward my wrist to him.I shyly smile only for him to let out a little bundle of laugh.Opening it he removes the glistening dark purple shimmery glass bangles making my eyes burn with its softness.

Taking a hold of my wrist delicately he puts on the bangles with a soft smile playing on his lips all the way.We both look at each other once he is done adorning my hands only for me to smile softly at him to which he takes a hold of my wrist so delicately as if a single rough move and it will shatter & places a soft kiss on my inner wrist letting his lips mark his love there looking at me.

I pull back my hand shyly before muttering a small “Shukriya” and running back inside before closing the window.He moves away from there passing me a flying kiss ruffling his fluffy hair.

The place where the lips of my beloved lingered burns with so much desire that I want to run back into his arms & melt in him.My lover,My beloved!

Me core

at the end of the day it's just me and my uncompleted hobbies against the world

Club kya hota hai Faqir Chand bookstore chalna hai to bolo

my problem is that I give too many fucks!!! nonchalant people I want to be like you