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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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When Silence Drains You: Surviving Emotional Fatigue in a Quiet World
Heavy silence can feel draining, overwhelming, and emotionally exhausting—here’s what it means and why it happens.
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Migraine Burnout Is Real — And Self-Help Can Shove It
It’s the weekend. Apparently that means joy, brunch, and yoga for Instagram. For me? Migraine, sinus pressure, and unsolicited advice about ‘making the best of it.’ Spoiler: I didn’t. At this point, if life gives me lemons, I’m just going to lie down and let them hit me in the face. At least that might clear my sinuses.
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Losing Peace, Finding Sarcasm
Some rooms hold ambition. Mine just holds me, a laptop with a crooked leg, and rain that thinks it’s important.
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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.
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The Addiction to Being Liked
The obsession with being liked is a leech at a blood buffet—bloated, done, and dead. You? Still left dizzy and emotionally anaemic. I used to beg for approval. Now? I like churros. And I don't care if churros like me back. Welcome to the era of not being Wi-Fi—because I’m not for everyone, and I’ve finally made peace with it.
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Raw Emotional Self-Reflection: Leastinterested, A Reader Who Wasn’t
Library runs were my performance art. Surrounded by readers of romance, thrillers, and law, I chose cartoons and snacks. While everyone grew up citing novels, I memorized funeral listings and shop names. This is for the ones who never read the books, but still wrote their own damn story.
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Healing with Sarcasm – Raw Blog on Grief & Emotional Recovery
Something pulled me back today. A scar I wasn’t planning to touch. So I’ll write around it—for now—with sarcasm and survival. This isn’t the romcom version of healing. It’s just all of me. The messy kind.
