Portrait of a woman on fire

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The cold hadn't settled yet, it reeked close to my woes
Seeing you go afar hit me like hail breaking down in between my tears
Your vicinity at the end was enough to bring about a smile, a warmth to which I never knew I would ever belong

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<Male version>

My favorite male characters I've seen so far from Thamizh movies

Janardan Nair (Johny) the Ventriloquist from Avargal (With the Irumanam konda - Junior Junior song, he just sweeps me off my feet).

Sundaram from Server Sundaram (he has magnetic humor sense - an exaggeration I don't care about. However, his behaviour with other women can be a little.... (imagine me ucchukottifying) and he does lie a lot, hence he is probably just my favorite character, but not necessarily a green flag).

Madhu from Edhirneechal 1968 (He does call the girl he wants to be in love with as some madwoman which is totally unacceptable, besides that his intention is good. I appreciate how he is there for everyone in the neighborhood. Again he is my favorute character, but could possibly qualify to being a yellowish green flag).

Chappani from Pathinaaru Vayadhinile (His unconditional love for Mayil >>>> Does Mayil really deserve him?!).

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If anyone would ask if I was a daddy's girl or mommy's girl, I would gladly retort back to them, "Ever heard of grandma's girl?"

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இனிப்பொன்றை மென்ற பிறகு
தேநீர் அருந்தியது போல்
அவன் அவளை கொஞ்சிய பிறகு
நன்றே கேலி செய்த தருணமானது
அதன் இனிமை குறைவாக தெரிந்தாயினும்
அதில் அவன் காதலென்பது கூடிய இனிதானது என்றறிவாள்.

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it was finally time
my eyes reserved for a cradle
you were by my side too
laying your bare, hairy arms
on those dreary shoulders of mine

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Not so random but been wanting to mention for some time "pop-up"


I love that "Ordinary person" is such a gender-neutral song. Not limiting it to one gender did a lot of good. Hearing it right after Otnicka's "I'm a Peaky Blinder" just hits in the right place with the satisfying touch of irony.

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I wrote to you, bedridden
my words reeked of an ageing ointment, volatile it turned the minute you read
your indifference turned numb, synonymous to the twitches inside my olfactory lobes
anguish became an overstatement somehow, unsettling and unwarranted.

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About Walking on the Terrace and Music
— % &My evening routine of walking on our apartment terrace with dad cannot get more dopamine - crazy. The day before yesterday, I joined my dad for walking, with my usual apprehensive conscience, even belly fat and borderline bulimia nervosa would literally smirk. — % &However, I convinced myself that world always underestimates the extreme ability of a Couch Potato to transform into French fries. It does take some cutting and deep-frying, but at the end reality supercedes irony. So, I dragged on my clumsy self for some body movement and a little bit of introspecting session too, along with Appa, who had become a man of no words during the walking hour at recent times. — % &I pull his leg (not literally ofcourse) everytime to not overtake steps ahead of me, hold his arms to slow him down, make him do high-five with me whenever we finish a round, race him with a little jog when he starts to speed up, snatch his phone and hear songs wasting away the battery from his phone, all things weird. That day, the mobile data in his phone was not up to the point, and the fm radio app was incessantly buffering. Hence, I had to switch to the regular saviour - the downloaded song files section.— % &I started playing my current jams like Naadha Vinodhangal, Sangeedha Jaadhimullai, Azhagu Malar Aada, Raasaathi Unna, and Kangal Irandaal (Strange that I mentioned these as my current jams right? Some of the songs credit courtesy: Super Singer Junior 8 - btw today's the grand finale). Everything was special and blissful about the songs of that particular generation, especially the enigmatic and energetic Carnatic fast-paced genre, which were quite relevant then, but are not even made now sadly. The amalgamation of SPB sir's and Janaki mam's voice and Ilaiyaraja sir's music raised my body's dopamine to another level, more so when SPB sir sings the swaras in the saranam portion of Sangeedha Jaadhimullai and when Janaki mam starts in Azhagu Malar Aada, enough to make transitions from reality to dream, back and forth. — % &The energy put forth in those songs really made me imbibe and cultivate that into my walking skills. Such rapidly-paced songs made me realise the josh within me, that I never really noticed and win walking races with Appa, which he didn't really care about.
I only wish more fast-paced carnatic mix gets composed this generation, like the emerging kuthu numbers nanely Pathala Pathala, Jalabulajangu, Vaathi Coming, Arabic Kuthu, and many et ceteras, which may go on.— % &Another important song which boosted my walking style to three-fold is Kangal Irandaal, the infamous song from the mid 2000's. The interesting thing I found from the song is it provides spaces in threes', and makes me completes three steps in three seconds. There is ofcourse a slow motion part in the song, which can be considered as a warm-up break for the next set of steps. The song pretty much goes in my mind like this:

Kangal -1 Irand -2 aal -3
Un -1 kangal -2 Irandaal -3
Ennai -1 katti -2 izhuthaai -3
Izhuthaai -1 podha -2 dhena -3
Chinna -1 Siri -2 ppil -3
Oru -1 kalla -2 Sirippil -3
Ennai -1 thalli -2 vittu -3
Thalli -1 vittu -2 moodimaraithai -3

and so on.
— % &I think since I imagined the song in English, it may be convenient to say that I broke it into syllables and stuffs, in order for it come in the count of three and match my walking style. Last year and even a few months ago, I was continuously going for walks with Appa, but the consistency somehow got disrupted owing to laziness, procrastination and all that lame stuff. But I am slowly bouncing back to positively say. I hope to continue this song and walk routine, and find vintage jams, which may actually be pretty new to me. Let's the close it for now. Cheers to more overthinking.— % &

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Mandatory things to do after left with a broken heart

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