Home Actress Amrutha Srinivasan HD Photos and Wallpapers September 2020 Amrutha Srinivasan Instagram - Random thoughts- Is it that my hands always find something to do, or is it Sivagnanavathy capturing my hands in action, repeatedly, without fail? It's a little bit of both. A friend of mine used to (still does) jokingly say "oh here comes the mom/ aaya of the group, ready to clean up the mess at the party". It did feel true. Neither did I take it as a compliment, nor did it bother me enough to want to "change" that part of me. I never thought much of it until I truly understood where it came from - the need to constantly be on high alert, holding it together - lest I 'let it all fall apart' and 'overwhelm' the people I care about. Well. There's a possibility that you may not relate to THIS particular kind of "high alert".. but.. how about this? -- I'm sure a lot of people (mostly women, in my experience) will relate to me with respect to having to be on high alert all the time that someone will touch you or graze your butt without your permission; that someone will grab your breasts because "they were right there". I hope for a space where the high alert mode ceases to exist, and "I have a boyfriend" is just information and not the only response that would ward off creeps. I hope for a day where I can just let myself be (Constantly working on choosing to do that for myself). I hope for a future where my hands don't 'have' to find something to do - cover myself, en garde, but flail about happily while I gallop down the road at 2am. :) P.C.: My kutti @dignifiedrepose . ❤️

Amrutha Srinivasan Instagram – Random thoughts- Is it that my hands always find something to do, or is it Sivagnanavathy capturing my hands in action, repeatedly, without fail? It’s a little bit of both. A friend of mine used to (still does) jokingly say “oh here comes the mom/ aaya of the group, ready to clean up the mess at the party”. It did feel true. Neither did I take it as a compliment, nor did it bother me enough to want to “change” that part of me. I never thought much of it until I truly understood where it came from – the need to constantly be on high alert, holding it together – lest I ‘let it all fall apart’ and ‘overwhelm’ the people I care about. Well. There’s a possibility that you may not relate to THIS particular kind of “high alert”.. but.. how about this? — I’m sure a lot of people (mostly women, in my experience) will relate to me with respect to having to be on high alert all the time that someone will touch you or graze your butt without your permission; that someone will grab your breasts because “they were right there”. I hope for a space where the high alert mode ceases to exist, and “I have a boyfriend” is just information and not the only response that would ward off creeps. I hope for a day where I can just let myself be (Constantly working on choosing to do that for myself). I hope for a future where my hands don’t ‘have’ to find something to do – cover myself, en garde, but flail about happily while I gallop down the road at 2am. :) P.C.: My kutti @dignifiedrepose . ❤️

Amrutha Srinivasan Instagram - Random thoughts- Is it that my hands always find something to do, or is it Sivagnanavathy capturing my hands in action, repeatedly, without fail? It's a little bit of both. A friend of mine used to (still does) jokingly say "oh here comes the mom/ aaya of the group, ready to clean up the mess at the party". It did feel true. Neither did I take it as a compliment, nor did it bother me enough to want to "change" that part of me. I never thought much of it until I truly understood where it came from - the need to constantly be on high alert, holding it together - lest I 'let it all fall apart' and 'overwhelm' the people I care about. Well. There's a possibility that you may not relate to THIS particular kind of "high alert".. but.. how about this? -- I'm sure a lot of people (mostly women, in my experience) will relate to me with respect to having to be on high alert all the time that someone will touch you or graze your butt without your permission; that someone will grab your breasts because "they were right there". I hope for a space where the high alert mode ceases to exist, and "I have a boyfriend" is just information and not the only response that would ward off creeps. I hope for a day where I can just let myself be (Constantly working on choosing to do that for myself). I hope for a future where my hands don't 'have' to find something to do - cover myself, en garde, but flail about happily while I gallop down the road at 2am. :) P.C.: My kutti @dignifiedrepose . ❤️

Amrutha Srinivasan Instagram – Random thoughts-

Is it that my hands always find something to do, or is it Sivagnanavathy capturing my hands in action, repeatedly, without fail?

It’s a little bit of both. A friend of mine used to (still does) jokingly say “oh here comes the mom/ aaya of the group, ready to clean up the mess at the party”. It did feel true. Neither did I take it as a compliment, nor did it bother me enough to want to “change” that part of me. I never thought much of it until I truly understood where it came from – the need to constantly be on high alert, holding it together – lest I ‘let it all fall apart’ and ‘overwhelm’ the people I care about. Well. There’s a possibility that you may not relate to THIS particular kind of “high alert”.. but.. how about this? —

I’m sure a lot of people (mostly women, in my experience) will relate to me with respect to having to be on high alert all the time that someone will touch you or graze your butt without your permission; that someone will grab your breasts because “they were right there”.

I hope for a space where the high alert mode ceases to exist, and “I have a boyfriend” is just information and not the only response that would ward off creeps.

I hope for a day where I can just let myself be (Constantly working on choosing to do that for myself).

I hope for a future where my hands don’t ‘have’ to find something to do – cover myself, en garde, but flail about happily while I gallop down the road at 2am. 🙂

P.C.: My kutti @dignifiedrepose . ❤️ | Posted on 21/Sep/2020 12:47:14

Amrutha Srinivasan Instagram – The eeshi-est neediest cutest calf EVER 😭❤️ He loves scratchies and putting his weight on you. LOOK AT THEM BLOODY TEEFS 😂 @yourdailydoseofcows
@cutest_cow

At @blue_cross_rescues , they have cows, dogs, rabbits, hamsters, birds, cats, monkeys and various other non-humans (and kind hearted humans) who could really really use your help. :)

Reach out to Blue Cross (@blue_cross_rescues ) to know how you can help. They always need it and will appreciate it with full, happy hearts. Trust me, your heart will also be fulllll in the process. 😬❤️

Thank you, @velu_atm for sneakily taking these pictures 😂
Amrutha Srinivasan Instagram – When was the last time you stood in front of a mirror, and loved what looked back at you? 

No no I’m not talking about your glowing skin or your great hair or your strong arms. I’m talking about loving what your eyes see, looking, – no – staring, straight into your own soul. For me, it has been a while. 

I started therapy last year, and it has been the best thing to ever happen to me – rather, the best thing I’ve ever done for myself – being able to understand the implications of incidents, people and their patterns, and my reactions / coping mechanisms to them (my patterns that formulated as early on as a toddler, even, in some cases) that I’ve still held on to and had contributed to making me who I am today. Learning about the hurt I go through and the hurt I cause. Learning about healing. Healing.

For the last one year, almost, there has been an exponential increase in the thirst for wanting to be a better person, for extreme introspection, that has led to loving me in ways I never imagined I would. Finding the courage to constantly unlearn, and relearn – constantly keep learning – while being extremely draining on certain days but surprisingly effortless on certain others, has been nothing short of humongously rewarding, in both cases.. Empathy is love. Start with yourself. 

I look at this woman staring back at me through the mirror, with nothing but love in her eyes for that little girl who just wanted to be held. For the woman that just needed to let be. For the person that is learning to be better.

@shalinivijayakumar_ , thanks for giving me the space to be vulnerable without fear, and showing me how it looks, even if that moment was just fleeting. :) Love you beyond measure.

@jayaraman.shobana , I want to let you know how grateful I am for you. For everything you’ve taught me how to do, for myself.  Nothing but love. :)

I really do want to thank you in more ways than one, for being the one person that single-handedly had the biggest push in helping me become better. There were mutually formed beautiful support systems in the last one year – my friends, colleagues, some from my family and then there is you. Love. ❤️

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