Mangii Gossip Diaries
Tales from the coast—laced with scandal, salt, and sarcasm.
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Mangalore Wedding Baila: Dearest Mangalore, Especially You, Church Hall
From my balcony in Mangalore, wedding baila thumps through the air, every toast, waltz, and forever looping like a badly mixed playlist I never asked for.
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Climbing Memory: A Childhood Tree and the Fires Within
Remembering the childhood tree — a place of joy, scraped knees, and secret swings — and the fire of memory it still carries.
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Mangalore: An Evening by the Estuary
At the Mangalore estuary evening, I tread barefoot on sharp boulders and sand, watching tides push and pull like memories. Dogs tumble, fishermen observe, and the sun carves its way toward the horizon. Just an hour, yet the estuary holds me — smoke in hand, sea salt in the air, Zoe at my side. Unfiltered, deep, fleeting — a moment worth lingering for, pulled back like the currents themselves.
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Dr Deepak Rai Ortho Kneeds – Spine, Knees & Sass
Dr Deepak Rai Ortho Kneeds Mangalore isn’t your average orthopedic clinic — it’s where ACL tears meet their match, robotic precision joins old-school expertise, and knees finally get the sass (and relief) they deserve.
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Sunday Struggles in Mangalore Church
A humorous dive into Mangalore church culture—grandma’s pinches, choir chaos, and the quirky realities of Sunday Mass.
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Women of Grit Smoking Family Story: Beedis and Toothaches
In my family, outrage was selective, cigarettes were occasional, and hypocrisy smoked more than anyone admitted. Toothaches run deep—maybe even inherited.
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Sarcastic Mangalore Blog: Coastal Humor and Hometown Feels
Mangalore is gorgeous, strange, and permanently etched into my DNA—like an unskippable pop-up ad I never asked for.
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Gulf Returnees Satire – A Mangii Story of Swagger and Sweat
There was always something about the Gulf return kids—their Brut-laced airs, gold chain confidence, and accidental accents. They paid hefty donations, typed ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’, and thought they were heirs to oil empires. But hey, this was the coast. And we wore our facades higher than Arabian tides.
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Coastal Memories Short Story: A Brief Father–Daughter Moment
Our ancestors must’ve liked the coast — Portugal, lighthouse blood. We laughed. Then jumped to my nephew like we’d changed the channel. No deep dives. Just surface-level brilliance. Two people casually coasting through legacy — and surprisingly, enjoying the ride.
