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❝Sometimes in trying to belong, you lose your edge, you become blunt and you forget who you are unless someone comes to remind you, someone who has seen you at that time. It’s not that simple because it takes the undoing of entire life’s experience to get in touch with yourself and your wild energy. ❞ - Imtiaz Ali (Tamasha)


Mujra is a form of dance originated by tawaif (courtesans) during the Mughal era and  traditionally were performed at mehfils and kothas. The dances incorporated elements of the native classical Kathak dance onto music such as thumris and ghazals or poems.

P.S: I know someone might have done this theme, my intention wasn’t of copying I got a request yesterday when I made the i’m idealess post.
Requested ->  anonymous


❝ My body, my mind, my choice
To wear the clothes I like; even if my spirit roams naked

My choice; to be a size 0 or a size
They don’t have a size for my spirit, and never will
To use cotton and silk to trap my soul is to believe that you can halt the expansion of the universe
Or capture sunlight in the palm of your hand
Your mind is caged, let it free
My body is not
Let it be

My choice
To marry, or not to marry
To have sex before marriage, to have sex out of marriage, or to not have sex

My choice
To love temporarily, or to lust forever

My choice
To love a man, or a woman, or both
Remember; you are my choice, I’m not your privilege
The bindi on my forehead, the ring on my finger, adding your surname to mine, they’re all ornaments and can be replaced
My love for you cannot, so treasure that

My choice; to come home when I want
Don’t be upset if I come home at 4am
Don’t be fooled if I come home at 6pm,

My choice; to have your baby or not
To pick you from 7 billion choices or not
So don’t get cocky
My pleasure might be your pain
My songs, your noise
My order, your anarchy
Your sins, my virtues

My choices are like my fingerprints
They make me unique
I am the tree of the forest
I am the snowflake not the snowfall
You are the snowflake
Wake up
Get out of the shit storm
I choose to empathise
Or to be indifferent
I choose to be different
I am the universe
Infinite in every direction
This is my choice.


❝ I was naïve and silly as a kid…I always wanted to go out and explore, so I spent most of my time with my brothers, climbing roofs and goofing around. But I loved my Barbie dolls too, so I was this confused kid, who didn’t know whether she wanted to go out and play football or sit at home and dress up her dolls!. I always knew I wanted to do something glamorous.