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"Too hot to handle? Nah, just Pitta Prakrti things

 Meet Tara. She’s that girl who walks into the room looking like she’s got her whole life together — sleek hair tied up in a no-nonsense bun, eyebrows always on point, and that natural glow people spend money trying to recreate with 15- step skincare routines. But here’s the truth — her glow isn’t from serums. It’s from inner fire.  Literally.


Tara’s day starts before sunrise — not because she’s trying to be aesthetic, but because her inner clock is built different. She doesn’t “wake up late.” That’s just not in her DNA. Her wardrobe? Clean, crisp, and no-nonsense — just like her.


Now, let’s talk food. If it’s too spicy, Tara’s body goes full-on “this is betrayal.” So she sticks to cooling stuff — coconut water, sabudana khichdi, cucumber salads. But here’s the twist: she loves spicy food. She’ll be dying inside after eating a plate of peri peri fries but still be like, “One more bite.” Classic toxic relationship energy with food.


She’s always warm — emotionally and temperature-wise. Her hands are warm, her forehead’s warm, and her presence? Also warm. She can keep a straight face while everyone else is panicking, but the moment someone breaks the rules of logic — boom — inner volcano erupts. (Politely, of course.)


Tara doesn’t waste words. She speaks when it matters. But when she does? She’s sharp, direct, and brutally honest — like if a highlighter pen had a personality.


She thrives in competition, aims for the top spot, and lowkey feels irritated when things get messy. She might look chill on the outside, but she’s already edited your sentence three times in her head. That’s how detail-oriented she is.


Social events? She’ll join, flash her dazzling but low-effort smile, have one plate of food (avoiding fried stuff), analyze the room silently, and vanish before anyone notices. Her ideal party? A to-do list and eight hours of sleep.


Sounds familiar?


That’s because Tara is the poster child of Pitta Prakriti.


Pitta folks are known for their fire — not the angry kind, but the focused, purposeful, let-me-fix-this-world kind. They’re driven, intelligent, confident, and sometimes too perfectionist for their own good. Their digestion is strong (until they mess it up with junk), their body runs warm, their hair might be straight and fine, and their skin? Often oily with the occasional glow or breakout.


Tara doesn’t chase attention — she naturally attracts it with her aura of quiet power. And while she may look like she’s judging you, she’s probably just judging her own to-do list.


And the funny part?


There are Taras everywhere. Maybe your class topper. Maybe your boss. Maybe your bestie who sends you a Google Doc for a birthday plan.


Or maybe, just maybe… you’re a Tara too.


And if that’s the case, own that fire, hydrate often, and please — go easy on the peri peri.



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