fyeahmyths:

“It’s like mourning is a state of mind, Mourning for what you might have had In the palm of your hand, For one fleeting second. Is that dampness in your eyes; Or just the river spray? Then again, you need to know someone To mourn them, and what was he? Just another prince, a handsome face, Nimble fingers on a bow – You, you are eternal. People can scoff and sneer, Or mutter ‘well-meaning’ assurances That ‘you are a girl’, ‘you will have to adapt’, But no – the ancient blood of a thousand mothers Runs through you – why should anyone expect you To give that up? Take it or leave it, he says, Carelessly spewing what they believe to be truth – That a woman is nothing without the heirs she gives, That there are a thousand more beautiful faces. Draupadi’s love for him made her stumble – But that string around your neck can’t hold A warrior down. You thought you needed something more – But your beauty is the kind that makes mountains shake, And I’ll say it a thousand times – You are enough, you are enough, Y O U A R E E N O U G H.”

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broken for chitrāngadā // a.s

for @mayavanavihariniharini

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