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Pride Month 2025: Art of the Day

In the Courtyard at Dusk: Female Intimacy in Mughal Miniature Painting

In the world of the Mughal court, the zenana was a secluded space that offered elite women both constraint and community. Mughal miniature paintings often depicted moments of leisure among women: dressing, reading poetry, making music. And sometimes, physical closeness that shows intimate bonds.

This particular image captures a moment of domestic tenderness, where the physical touch and locked gaze between the two women feels intimate, deliberate, and quietly transgressive. In the aesthetics of Indo-Persian painting, love was often represented through metaphor: gestures, setting, and repetition. While male-male intimacy was sometimes more explicitly discussed in Persian poetry, female-female desire had to be encoded in shared rituals, lingering touch, and the suggestive intimacy of private space. Some Mughal texts and court poetry celebrate sakhiyan (female companions) who shared beds, secrets, and lifetime bonds. In painting, these dynamics are rendered not through drama, but through gesture and gaze: the soft alignment of bodies, the half-smile, the offered hand.

Such images functioned not as documentation, but as cultural permission slips—allowing patrons and artists alike to imagine and aestheticise same-gender love in the frame of courtly refinement. This miniature reminds us that queer female desire was not absent from Renaissance-era visual culture beyond Europe. In the palaces of Mughal India, women found ways to express emotional and possibly romantic intimacy, not through open declarations, but through shared softness, poetic metaphor, and visual code. It reminds us that queer female intimacy is not found in transgression or promixuity, as modern aesthetics seeks to undermine it: it exists in softness, in ritual, in proximity. In Mughal art, same-gender closeness between women is not always veiled. Sometimes, it is simply there, resting on cushions in a garden, lit by the fading light of a courtyard at dusk.

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