🧿♥️ @evamkarthik This September would be four years of us 🙂 . All the cuddles, all the giggles, all the sexy, all the sad. All of me loves all of you. 🧿🧿♥️♥️
Moving naturally and exploring our mind-body in an outdoor space makes a very big difference physically and mentally. It instantly activates the conscious mind and makes it extremely alert; it enhances space awareness (where to keep, place, or land our hands, feet, and body); and, of course, it challenges the mind-body in every single movement. Foot-Hand side traverse, Upside-down side vault, Wall hop vault, and Gate balancing walk training all these movements in an indoor space will be a little easier and safe, and training in an outdoor space will help us become a well-rounded human mover and capable for the real world (i.e. for everyday needs and emergency situations). @amruthasrini @sundarmaalavika @vinothkishan all three samaeya processed and practiced these natural movements consciously and beautifully.🤍
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
A sneak peak into what came from a very personal therapeutic experience. If my mother were to talk about “choosing” to do something or “being chosen”, I imagine she would say something like this- “When it came to games, I was always picked last. When it came to clothes, I always got to pick last. When it came to life changing choices, I was not even allowed to pick. The only person that picked me first – all day, every day, anywhere, any time, was my father. I would still pick him too – all day every day. Maybe it would change once I’m married. I wonder if my partner would take me around in a motorcycle. He would buy me gifts that have meaning. He would talk to me kindly. Like the man that my father is. I will have a beautiful child that would go on to become my world. She will explore the world of art like I never could. She will learn to be independent, kind. She will be the model child. She, will always pick me – even if no one else does.” What does being empathetic mean? To me in this context, it means understanding who my mother is as a human being, without me considering her my mother. What does being empathetic towards myself mean? Understanding that while she may have done her best, it may not have been the best for me. To all the daughters that still tell half truths because it’s easier than dealing with the overwhelming reactions, to the daughters that are rebellious on things that don’t even matter only because you are trying to exert independence, to the daughters that still cannot admit to themselves that their mother was not the best parent because you think it would mean that they are not an amazing person otherwise, I see you. I am you. My mother was also me only. So was her mother. The only path to understanding yourself is the one behind you. The only way to make changes, is to begin with acknowledgement. The only way to grow and bloom, is to love. Conceptualised by me; Shot by my love @dignifiedrepose ♥️ P.S.: This song has been my mother’s ringtone for like three years.
There are many pictures of us but somehow these two indicated new beginnings of the best kind. Here’s to many more decades of that. Happy birthday Vino, happy birthday Inigo. Love you beyond words can describe 🙂
There are many pictures of us but somehow these two indicated new beginnings of the best kind. Here’s to many more decades of that. Happy birthday Vino, happy birthday Inigo. Love you beyond words can describe 🙂
Shot by @dignifiedrepose ♥️ 🙂
MAGIC!
😂♥️ #reparent! From @rupaulofficial the ABSOLUTE ANGEL ♥️😍
Last week 🙂
Voice acting is something I enjoy so much. It’s an important part of the performance that makes such a difference for me. Just like how sync sound brings a flavour of how real every breath, jerk of surprise and wailing cries can sound, re-recording or “dubbing” can bring the very same effect (if tried to replicate the pilot) or elevate it to an entirely different level. Dubbing in a language different to the one the maker has intended such a thrill – to bring the emotions while keeping a certain rhythm but not losing the realistic tone. In OuterRange Season 1 and 2, I have dubbed for Autumn (for a WONDERFUL performance rendered by Imogen Poots), and I have ALSO dubbed for the 16-17 year old version of Amy (check 2nd slide – the one in the peach overalls in the middle who talks to both child Amy and Autumn). Thanks to @gaayusekar , Sekar anna and Jai anna as usual. ♥️ so much gratitude. I’m glad to work with such lovely people that let me experiment while doing what I love 🙂 #outerrange #outerrangeseason2 #voiceactor #outerrangeonprime #voiceartist
Voice acting is something I enjoy so much. It’s an important part of the performance that makes such a difference for me. Just like how sync sound brings a flavour of how real every breath, jerk of surprise and wailing cries can sound, re-recording or “dubbing” can bring the very same effect (if tried to replicate the pilot) or elevate it to an entirely different level. Dubbing in a language different to the one the maker has intended such a thrill – to bring the emotions while keeping a certain rhythm but not losing the realistic tone. In OuterRange Season 1 and 2, I have dubbed for Autumn (for a WONDERFUL performance rendered by Imogen Poots), and I have ALSO dubbed for the 16-17 year old version of Amy (check 2nd slide – the one in the peach overalls in the middle who talks to both child Amy and Autumn). Thanks to @gaayusekar , Sekar anna and Jai anna as usual. ♥️ so much gratitude. I’m glad to work with such lovely people that let me experiment while doing what I love 🙂 #outerrange #outerrangeseason2 #voiceactor #outerrangeonprime #voiceartist
Voice acting is something I enjoy so much. It’s an important part of the performance that makes such a difference for me. Just like how sync sound brings a flavour of how real every breath, jerk of surprise and wailing cries can sound, re-recording or “dubbing” can bring the very same effect (if tried to replicate the pilot) or elevate it to an entirely different level. Dubbing in a language different to the one the maker has intended such a thrill – to bring the emotions while keeping a certain rhythm but not losing the realistic tone. In OuterRange Season 1 and 2, I have dubbed for Autumn (for a WONDERFUL performance rendered by Imogen Poots), and I have ALSO dubbed for the 16-17 year old version of Amy (check 2nd slide – the one in the peach overalls in the middle who talks to both child Amy and Autumn). Thanks to @gaayusekar , Sekar anna and Jai anna as usual. ♥️ so much gratitude. I’m glad to work with such lovely people that let me experiment while doing what I love 🙂 #outerrange #outerrangeseason2 #voiceactor #outerrangeonprime #voiceartist
This is a vanilla ho’s OPINION on Aeronot’s November (NOT SPONSORED) that is supposed to smell like a warm hug from a coffee shop. I’m making this reel after five uses at various points of the day over a week – both on skin and over clothes. If you’re from South India (or anywhere hot and humid), there’s not too many “warm winter fragrances” you can enjoy for an evening wear as they mostly turn out to have much less sillage than floral or oriental fragrances. I really wanted to LOVE November, but I kinda just like it for now. As a dupe I’ll rate it a 7/10 for literally 1/5th the price of two of my beloved fragrances – YSL’s Black Opium and Libre (Intense). Notes that it CLAIMS to smell of – Pear Caramel Jasmine Coffee Vanilla Patchouli and Pink Pepper. Since fragrances also smell different on different people – on me, it smelled like a white floral vanilla skin scent that doesn’t last too long. The caramel and pear make it sweet and fresh and if oversprayed can smell “alcohol”y, know what I mean? Reminds me of Zara perfumes – the kind of simple fragrances, the sillage, how long it lasts and the price range. I would suggest layering it with another perfume or a stronger lotion underneath so it lasts longer. It’s a decent buy 🙂 #vanillaperfume #aeronotnovember #yslblackopium #ysllibreintense @aeronotstore
