what i absolutely adore about ancient indian scriptures like the mahabharata is how dark, ‘dusky’ skin is portrayed as infinitely beautiful. look at krishna. at satyavati. at draupadi. at arjun.
it feels so amazing to read these in a world where the standard of beauty is white skin. reading these writings almost makes me feel exhilarated, like a child carrying out a rebellious act.
He who is the winner of fortune and can shoot from either hand. The son of Pritha who has mastered sleep and rides magnificent white steeds. That wielder of the Gandiva, who was given the Kirti diadem by his father Lord Indra. That unconquerable hero, who is most dear to Lord Krishna…that warrior’s name is Arjun.