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I hate it when people say skin whitening treatments and fake tanning are "two sides of the same coin." The South-Asian obsession with fair skin is rooted in British colonialism. The urge to get skin whitening treatments comes from a place of self-loathing and an inferiority complex. Meanwhile, people who get fake tans just want to feel exotic.
Unknown, Mughal A Tall Flower with Pink Blossoms c. 1770 opaque watercolor on paper sheet: 7 1/8 x 3 3/4 in. (18.1 x 9.5 cm) Williams College Museum of Art
I'M HERE FOR THIS SLAYAGE. WE SOUTH ASIAN WOMEN ARE HOT AS FUCK. IT HAS TAKEN ME LONG TO REALIZE AND EMBRACE HOW SUPREMELY BEAUTIFUL WE ARE.
Desis mother's urge to keep cold drink bottles stacked in a corner even if they are of no use🏃♀️
how pretty 😔🫶
jalebi or gulab jamun? dosa or naan? incense or garlands? jasmine or lotus? anklets or bangles?
Preet
Expression of love , dear one in love .
KNJ×Reader , SFW , Fluff , mention of poems
Category : Fluff , Established relationship.
Idol Namjoon × smort researcher Desi/ South Asian (Or Indian)! reader (any gender/gender neutral) .
Summary : Falling in love despite language barrier , Namjoon just wants to learn the expression of love in your languages. You on the other hand are lost in the man who's existence is a poetry itself.
It's a ... drabble ?! idk. Might be series of drabbles if ppl like it 😁😀🙌🏼😋.
NOTE : I basically came across this prompt generator and decided to give it a try because why not 😂. Namjoon is a happy cuddly bear and reader is madly in love. All SFW so no warnings apply! This IS a desi reader fic with reference to a Hindi song mentioned , but Bollywood songs are listened all across the world so it can be any South Asian reader !
AND though the song comes from a movie which tells the story of a girl and a boy falling in love , the fic CAN be for any gender you want ! #pride #lovewins 🙌🏼🤗
It doesn't help , the way cool air blows all around you compared to slightly warmer weather outside ; or the way the new four poster bed creeks when your brand new fiance tries to sit on it , gets spooked due to noise and chuckles endearingly ; finally sliding next to you inside the blanket.
It doesn't help your reading at all.
Reading is a bliss , but also a luxury you are seldom able to afford. Holidays are a rare thing in your researcher job tied to Hospitals , even rarer thing in Namjoon's whirlwinding successful idol career. But you both have accepted these days and life as it is treating it like sprinkles of sea salt in the caramel of your love.
Love which blossomed after just exchanging glances ,helping each other through gestures and talking in English a little whenever Namjoon could muster the courage to look at you without smiling sheepishly flashing dimples.
English is not your first language , nor it is his. Communication is the biggest concern in all relationships , but you both crossed the bridge together when you started taking Hangul lessons and he started learning phrases from the few Asian languages you spoke ( It's never only one).
Care , adoration and respect stood first amongst everything you shared and weaved a strong bridge of friendship and love which helped you overcome the language barriers.
Which is why you can comfortably sit in your comfy pyjama set on your bed reading a poem book in your language and Namjoon is humming the tune of some new korean song that he's working on while lying down next to you ; unaphazed about languages differences.
Right now , he's so handsome and so comfy in his grey sweat and white shirt , and looks so soft with his slightly wetter hair ; it distracts you from the beautiful words you were reading a bit earlier before he appeared and now he's lying next to you all happily unaware of what his presence has caused you to think about.
It doesn't help at all.
Brown hair and brown eyes turn to you finally , finding you lost in your own thoughts while starring a little cross eyed at his chest. Namjoon grins , sneaking a hand towards your waist and flopping himself suddenly on your lap. You are startled , but you let out a small chuckle happily when he nuzzles your stomach and sighs .
"What are you reading?"
"It's a poem book Joonie."
"Read to me."
"Read to.." you laugh. "I can't translate everything for you in english , let alone in korean".
"That's ok love. Poems are expressions of the heart. I just want to know what are the expresions of love in your language".
Your heart leaps with joy and fondness. This is exactly the reason you loved this man.
"Okay , but let me finish one poem at a time before you ask questions".
"Deal."
And so you begin reading . Namjoon listens with rapt attention as you finish one poem , then another ; before he asks some questions about the euphemism and impression of the words used. You try to explain as you can , but when you both are lost in the translation jungle , google helps somewhat.
It's a joyful experience when soon you find yourself head plopped on his chest , one hand holding his large palm with fingers entwined. The book is long lost , and now you're just talking about poems and love songs .
"I used to like the way you spoke with such firmness and confidence before we even started seeing each other . I didn't understand a thing but what you spoke seemed direct and no nonsense . I dig those vibes a lot." Namjoon laughs , and you swim in the happy vibrations his chest ripples with.
"I loved the way whatever you spoke seemed like a poem , even if you were scolding people. I thought it's your attribute considering you wrote so much lyrics and stuff , but now that I'm learning your language , it's the language's credit I found your conversations so poetic and charming ." You teased him and he smiled , flashy dimples showing his happiness .
"What was the song that you used to hum a lot of times whenever I came to visit you ? I always wanted to ask you but never got the chance to." He could still see you in large frame of glasses set on wide doe eyes and not so pristine white lab coat, humming a sweet song that he hated to interrupt to get your attention. You hummed a lot when working in full focus but this particular one seemed to be attached to his memory.
"That's a Hindi song Joonie." You laugh a little ."The story of the movie is that a girl falls in love with a boy from different religion. They both don't know what attracted them together but their hearts aligned the first time they met each other's eyes .."
"Sounds almost like us , right ?" Namjoon pulls you in a tight hug , guiding your head in the crook of his neck. You smile , and plant a small innocent kiss in the nape if his neck. He looks at you with adoration and you continue .
"They meet first in a wedding procession. She's the friend of the bride and he's visiting the area. He sees her and so does she and it's almost love at first sight. But she's confused and in a dilemma that who is the person to whom she lost his heart ? Thus , there comes the song. "
Namjoon is already looking at you expectantly , love shining like little stars in his eyes. You hide your face in his chest , and start singing the song .
The night sky shining through the window covers you both with moonlight and stars , as the words in your song weave the story of two clueless lovers who fell for each other ... just like you two ..
Kehna hi kya , ye nain ek anjan se jo mile
Chalne lage , Mohobbat ke jaise ye silsile
Arman naye aise dil me khile , jinko kabhi main na janu
Wo hum se hum un se kabhi na mile , kaise mile dil na janu ..
Ab kya kare , kya nam le , kaise unhe mai pukaru
Kehna hi kyaa ...
Translation :
What is there to say, my eyes met with a stranger
As if a love story has started
New desires have sprung up in my heart
That I never knew before
We never met each other
I don't know how our hearts would have met
What should I do now,
How can I call him ?
What is there to say, my eyes met with a stranger ...
fin ;).
WOAH!
she looks so pretty! I love how you gave her the traditional clothing, yet you still put in her color scheme!
(lol i'm south Asian and this made my day)
bangladeshi hatsune miku 🇧🇩
GUYS ,A QUESTION?(genuely serious and imp question)
is it normal for parents to like...say things like
1 "tang toar dungi/dunga"
(TRANSLATION:" i will break your legs!")
2 "utha ke patak dunga/patk dungi"
( TRANSLATION:" i will pick up and thow you on the floor !" thtas the closets translation icould ghink of)
3 " jhapad padega zoor se ! "
(TRANSLATION: ill slap you really hard/you'll get slaped realy hard !)
4 " school se naam katwa ke ghar pe jhadu pocha karwane bethake shaadi karwadijaygi ! "
(TRANSLATION: "well have your name cut from school, well make you do cleaning , cooking, then mary you off ! ")
5 " mu tor dunga/dungi"
9TRANSATION : "ILL BREAK YOUR FACE !")
etc etc When your were 11? 7? 4? and even now? for the smalest of things and geting a sum wrong.
is it normal or is like the thrats of voilence just normalised in our culture. also non indians what are your thoughts on yhis ? how bad is this?
add on too this is it normal for them to throw things at you and break you stuff?
is it normal to get yelled at for wanting to sleep alone since i am nearly alomst going to be 16?
is it normal to get yelled at for wanting a closed door?am i wird for wanting a closecd door?
is it normal for my father to throw me on the floor when i was in 1st 2 nd grade and i did a sum the way my teacher told me and not the way he said and i told him this but he just threw me on the floor brfpore slaping and bashing my head?
is it normal for parents to say " why do you make me do this? i dont like doing this to you." and i have to aopligise?
i genuionly dont know if its normal,part of culture or what so plesae people any one got htoughts becuse i am drowining in guilt and would like outside perspective pleases
I love how in tamil, no one really says bye. Instead, we say 'poitu varen', which means I'll go now and come back later. Even other variations of goodbye all have the same meaning in tamil, which I'll go but come back. It makes me quite happy.
"Anar"- Part One
Part 1 of a three-part series I'm doing! Thought it'd be fun to try and do more storytelling through art. I really like how the pomegranate and candle came out, but not so much the knife and hands- I was gonna put mehndi on her fingers and then I forgot :(
"Anar" means pomegranate in Urdu. I don't want to spoil the story cause everything will make sense when I finish the other two parts and put all three together, but I wanted to do something a bit more gothic/horror.. which this piece may not seem like.. yet :)