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Black tea!

Hi all, I’m back, this time with something tastier. Since childhood, I was never given black tea. I was fortunate enough to grow up in a small town, where I saw a different world, one where people moved toward their work without rushing, where everyone carried both innocence and boldness within them. I don’t deny the beauty of the city I live in now. I truly believe that every human being carries those beautiful sides, no matter where they are. Coming back to black tea, I’ve seen men and women begin their day with nothing but black tea. Especially in villages, they would drink it five or six times a day, believing it helped them endure the physical pain of their work. For a long time, I thought this was the only reason. But then I spoke to my mother. She told me that in those days, milk wasn’t always easily available in large quantities, regardless of a family’s financial background. Even though most households owned at least one cow, milk was precious. One reason people avoided milk w...
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Fun, really?

 Today, everything is made fun of. A girl saving herself from a fire, rather than appreciating her spontaneity—is being trolled by people by wearing the same dress, calling it overacting. In the reality show, a woman who has been shown as a grey character all these days, when her own kids come to see her, she emotionally screams and runs to them as she sees them after 40- 50 days, and people call it overacting. They forget that she is the mother of her kids and that this moment need not be orchestrated. There is nothing wrong with screaming like that. The state board girl who got state first was trolled for having a mustache, and no one cared to appreciate her talent. The world is going behind all those standards and failing to be empathetic, which is the core emotion of being human. Even with the Pandiammal one-day driving class video—I’m not being hypocritical here—it’s true that I’ve laughed at it and still do whenever I come across the audio. But it went to an extreme where a r...
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Parasakthi review.

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 I'm back with a movie review 🙏🏻.  First of all, I was very happy to step out of the house after so long, and the first visit was to my favourite place – the theatre. A house-full audience and an evening show is the best combo ever. And that too, a movie during Pongal is extra special. This time, the Pongal quota for cinema came a bit earlier. Talking about the film Parasakthi, it is directed by Sudha Kongara. The film is set in a post-Independence world, focusing on Anti -Hindi imposition. First of all, it was just overwhelming and awe-struck to realise the fight behind the language that we use with such ease. So, thanks to the director Sudha kongara for bringing up this subject. Coming into the film, I would call this a slow-burning drama. It takes some time to bring the audience into the 90s world. Once we get into it slowly, we begin to understand things. Sivakarthikeyan again shows his eagerness to keep improving himself, both in his acting and in the seriousness of the...
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Today is my first day of college in this new year, 2026.  Classes began a week back, but I couldn’t go as my health didn’t let me. So today felt new again. The little girl in me woke up for a moment lazy, tired, hesitant, yet excited to go to college. No matter how your mood is, the moment you step into the MCC campus, all that just vanishes. The sounds of birds and leaves fluttering around give us a warm hug. The musty smell and the chilliness that are very exclusive to MCC alone just beautifully carry you to the classroom, as they did to me. Then I got to see my friends after almost a month. That feeling though we don’t really express it very explicitly, those minute sparks in each of our eyes spilled everything, mixed with our signature mokka jokes and unapologetic laughs 😁—that is us, and the absence was heavy. About the classes—my notebook missed me, and today I gave it notes and small, small complimentary drawings. Though the last hour wasn’t there, I insisted on spending so...
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Mom's Guilt

 I had never taken bed rest for such a long time. But sometimes the body needs rest. Illness always indicates something, and it should be given attention. This was my time to pause. I hope that I, and everyone else, will fight all the battles they have been battling and win them. I have always wondered about a feeling called mother’s guilt. I don’t think one becomes a mother only after giving birth to a child. Even a five-year-old can be a mother to her two-year-old sister. It is about the traits one has. One of those traits is purity—in heart and in action. We often say that a mother skips her meal to feed her child and never asks for anything in return. Of course, this idea is wrong, and nowadays, in many situations, we are actually parenting our parents. I have seen mothers suffer with guilt. When they stop feeding, they feel guilty. When they go to work leaving their child, they feel guilty. When they can’t do something their child asks for, they feel guilty. When they feel the...
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Not Just Noise

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  Having been on bed rest for the last three days, today I decided to step out of my room. And the most difficult thing was the sounds, ones I once loved and never saw as a disturbance—now started sounding like noise, as my nervous system is so tired. Just to feel a little better, I sat in my balcony for some time. As usual, I noticed four boys playing 🏸. But their language and their attitude shook me. Among the four, one was the eldest, around 28–30 years old, while the other three were kids around 7–10 years old. The youngest among them looked innocent and didn’t really voice out compared to the others. What was actually happening? They were playing shuttle, and the youngest couldn’t play as well as the others. But he kept trying - trying to learn tricks from them, trying again and again. Meanwhile, the other three mocked him every time he lost a point. What shocked me the most was that the 30-year-old man joined them, laughing uncontrollably and teasing the child. The most trig...
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In Between Rhymes!

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I thought I was suffering the most until I saw a five-year-old kid. Happily dancing and singing rhymes, without knowing she had come to the hospital, without knowing it was for her check-up, without knowing that needles would soon pierce that soft, pampered skin. She was all happy until she understood this. For a moment, she got scared. She held her mom’s hand tightly and asked, “Mom, won’t it be painful?” Her mom said, “No, papa. Amma will be with you. Saying siva siva siva every minute." With fear in her eyes, the child still smiled. She asked again, “Shall I move my body, ma?” Her mom replied, “No papa, you’re not supposed to move for 30 minutes.” She said okay… and then asked, with pure innocence, “Shall I move my head alone, ma?” Her mom struggled to explain further and finally said, “If you move, all the money we have paid will go  waste. They won’t refund it, papa.” That little one, who understood rhymes— understood this too.
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