Desi Household - Tumblr Posts
bro i was studying and my daadi just peeled litchis and got it for me and then gave me a slight smirk and went,desi households and their fruit love language>>>>
why is it “your eyes are so pretty” and not “ Ye aankhein dekh kar hum saari Duniya bhul jaate hain “
is he in love with me or does he jus happen to have a staring problem
jis bhagwan ne rahul gandhi ko career de diya voh mera bhi kuch kar hi denge
"Me to ghar ki badi beti hu."
Tumhe pyar ki kya jarurat?
Tumhe yaar ki kya jarurat?
Tumhe dulaar ki kya jarurat?
Tum to ghar ki badi beti ho na.
Tumhe nhi bas baccho ko masti karni chahiye,
Tumhe to padhai aur kitabon se dosti karni chahiye,
Aise muh mat banao humesha hasti rehni chahiye,
Tum to ghar ki badi beti ho na...
Tum kaha thi jab chhote/chhoti ne ye kiya?
Itna bhi nhi hota tumse, kha ma kha humne apna paisa barbaad kiya
Itni bhadak kyu rahi ho, aakhir aaj tak aisa to tumne kya kar liya?
Sun sun kar thak jaati hu me... "Tum to ghar ki badi beti ho na."
Shh aansu pochh lo, rona nhi koi dekh lega,
Kisi ka sahara mat lena jamana kya kahega?
Akele kyu rehti ho? Koi kya sochega?
Sehmi si rehti hu apni parchhai se bhi dar jaati hu me... "Tum to ghar ki badi beti ho na."
Suno maa ke baad tum hi to aati ho
Itni bhi boj nhi hai tum par ki tum khamosh ho jaati ho
To phir apni jimmedariyo se dur kyu bhagti ho?
Har kisi ko sambhalte huye thak jaati hu me... "Tum to ghar ki badi beti ho na?"
Arey waah bohot khub bilkul apni maa jesi ho,
Nhi kar paayi! samjh nhi aata tum kis ke jesi ho?
Aaj apni maa to kal apne peeta jesi ho
Yahi sun kar khud ko bhul jaati hu... "Tum to ghar ki badi beti ho na."
Jo khud ko nhi mila vo laad-pyar sirf jatana aata hai
Apni pareshaaniyo ko bas chhupana aata hai
Akele me ro leti hu, yunhi gum sum si ho leti hu
Bhulna nhi hai mujhe kyu ki "Me to ghar ki badi beti hu."
-Simran
Its all about managing your emotions in your house even though you feel like shit and you are so full you can crack anytime
if you are in a house that has almost every appliance and surface covered with paper sheets or clothes, welcome to a desi household
My mother didn't care for my father. My father didn't cared for my mother.
They merely existed in a marriage they were put into.
They tried to run though. My mother tried to say yes to another man. My father ran away from the city.
They were brought together anyhow.
My mother didn't loved my father, she loved stability much more to do so. My father didn't loved my mother, he held freedom much precious to do so.
They coordinated enough to be there for each other. They supported enough to survive through times.
My mother didn't liked my father, she was shoved into the marriage world very young. My father didn't liked my mother, he had his life planned very ahead.
They just beared each other to live through time.
They didn't appreciated each other.
So my mother didn't cared for me as much as she did to the other children.
So my father didn't liked me enough to think of him in my future.
They did raised me though.
They raised me into a systematic human. Who controls her tears in public but forget to let them out in private.
Who knows exactly what to say to others but doesn't remember the words for herself.
Who always leads but never becomes the leader.
Unfortunately for my mother, I am like my father and fortunately for her daughter, she likes her father.
Although as a daughter, her father is the perfect man to exist, as a woman that man is a bad husband.
I do wish everyone gets a father like him, I do not hope anyone gets a husband like him.
Sadly for my father, I inherited my mother's stubbornness, gladly, his daughter never uses it against him.
Yet as a daughter, her mother is the worst mother undeserving of a child, as a woman, she is the epitome of maternal love.
I hope every child gets a mother like her, but I wish she was a mother to me.
I do not hate my mother, but my good future never includes her.
I do love my father, but my ideal man is never his reflection.
My childhood would always call for my mother's love to even caress me but my teenage years will always yearn for my father's affection.
At the end, my adulthood will always be with herself with sneaky eyes searching for fondness.
I will always be my father's baby and my mother's daughter.
That man will never accept me as a daughter. That woman will never see me as her baby.
Because God has a sense of humor, and I am one of his best jokes.
After a year of using tumblr ek cheez toh pta chal gyi ki desi tumblr ka koi mukabla nahi hai <3
I made gol chapatis today😭🤏like poori gol thi