Positive - Blog Posts
Do you ever,,, drink tea,, and the honey just like SHINES and you feel like you're drinking literal sunlight??? Like it's a little warm and a bit sweet and it almost tastes like you're a little cat laying by the window with the sunshine warming you gently ...
Does anyone know what I mean ..?
New wallpapers for you all I hope you like em You guys are so lovely and supportive Thank you and enjoy!! @therealjacksepticeye I hope you like my work too : ) Thank you for everything angel!!
I can't express myself like I want because of fear. I want to loose this fear and I will.
boys are great and handsome and wonderful
and girls are amazing and sweet and pretty
on the way to the bathroom, you're russian. when you're in the bathroom, european. when you come out, you are finnish. ;)))
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Stepwell from Mandu
I so wanted to create this illustration one day. A vector simple illustration of a stepped well from Mandu, Madhya Pradesh.
When was the last time you saw someone actually writing a letter?
Not application letters, I mean a nice, warm letter to a loved one
*Tring tring!* “POST! POST!!”
For some reason, the six year old me would get excited to hear the arrival of a post. I was always eager to receive letters. The kind old post man would pretend like all those letters or invitation cards or bills were actually addressed to me; he’d hand them to me with an impressed look in his face saying “Arey! Look how much letters you got today!”
As years passed I became busy in studies, career and never realised that the concept of sending or receiving a letter had disappeared from the back of my mind. Until one day.. One day, my husband showed me a video from the Malgudi Days series that I felt nostalgic about my younger, somewhat dumber self.
Thats when I realised that I’ve never seen a postman for a few years now. Especially after the rise of telephones and mobiles, no one ever sends snail-mails. Even when there’s the occasional bill or post, the postmen don’t have their usual smiles or kind words anymore. Being a postman has become just another job.
Here’s the episode from Malgudi Days for the curious :) The episode is in Hindi but the Youtube CC subs work fine
So when I watched that particular episode from Malgudi days, I was touched. It tells the story of a postman who knew everyone in that small village, he was friends with everyone, talked to everyone. He spoke encouraging words to the jobless ones who sent applications everyday and rejoiced with the family that had some good news from relatives of another another town, he shared the sadness of the ones whose loved ones were having a hard time in another village, in short he was an integral part of everyone’s life…
There’s one house/family in particular that the story focuses on. The postman has seen their daughter grow up from being a toddler to a girl ready to get married. He himself brought the letter that the groom’s side wanted to meet them and the good news that they have agreed for the marriage. He with all enthusiasm delivers the invitation cards all over the village and rejoices with the family on the wedding day.
As he’s about to leave the post office to partake in the wedding, a telegram arrives for that particular family. Now, in those times when there were no phones, a telegram almost always meant bad news, an accident or a death. The postman’s sixth sense tingles and he knows, delivering a letter of bad news will mean disaster for the wedding so he does the forbidden and opens the letter. As expected, a close relative has passed away.
The postman, withholds the news, not telling anybody until the next day. The family understands why he did not tell the news and their respect for him increases. They are grateful for him for not spoiling the wedding mood and the family do not report him.
The story was quite lovely and it was a trip down memory lane to see the old locations and houses. It certainly was fun — writing letters and receiving too! I’m excited to see new technology that the future holds and to look back at the past with nostalgia.
T shirt that says publicly crying isn’t a giveaway of your sensitivity or weakness. You are hurt, and you are hurting, you have every right to to feel your pain and acknowledge it regardless of the setting, understand what must be prioritised first instead of submitting to a pseudo authority and audience that keeps you from being able to hold yourself when and where needed. It pains me to say how I have come across so many people who’re strongly forced to believe that they must shield themselves by hiding something so beautiful. Save yourself the mental 4buse, take it one step at a time, feel free to let yourself out the way your body needs it to be
Empathy isn’t a requirement. You’re not required to empathise, neither is it your job to. “Oh you can’t put yourself in their shoes? That’s ALRIGHT.” It’s alright if you cant picture yourself there, don’t bonk your brain for it. Now now, Just because a person hasn’t empathised with you doesn’t necessarily mean they won’t sympathise either. You cannot expect people to have your life figured out when they’re managing to have a grip on their own. “How could they have not known?” Sometimes it’s not that easy, a person can be just as mentally absent as they’re physically present with you, consider the factors before jumping to conclusions that throws them under the bus.
Expression practice with Julian - also practice drawing him in my style.