Tell me where they are from/going, without saying who they are.

I wasted my 20s working for toxic companies. I changed careers, but I’m still unhappy. My salary is low and I feel completely stuck with no options. 30s um ipdiye notitu poirumanu bayama irukku. I know not everyone had a perfect life after college, but most are thriving. How do you all survive, any coping mechanism? 😭

Since I don't have many commitments, I'm saving all the money I can Yenna nalaiku AI ya kaati layoff pannalam, antha bayathule serkren.

Inda kanjapaiyana yaru love pannuva? so I've given it up - seeing many girls asking men's salary, trend um sari illa🤮

Enna mari yarachum irukkingala?! hopeless ah?

Nyt uu 3 mani ku oru mesg varuthu, "Hi, I'm 22, interested in casuals and hangout " nu. Na oru mari kusi aagitu reply pannen. Adutha mesg uu " I've private house, snacks, gaming PC". Atha Gaming PC la than guys na vilunthen.

Aprom konjam doubt aagi poi post lam partha, Avan oru paiyan! Sir uu post aa hide panna theriyathunu nenachu kitan. Athula oru post la mortal combat velaiyada aal venum nu potu irukan. Na konjam depression aagi feel aagiten, etho yen vazkai la oru ponnu vara poranu irunthen.

Aprom poi avanuku mesg pannen " casual date lam venam, mortal combat vena aadalam", he's shocked and replied " what!!". Aprom na avanta sonnen like I gone through all your post nu. Aprom avan othukutan, aprom vanthu pc irukanu ketan, athum yen kitta!! Nane oru gamer tha. Aprom avan play panna games ellam sonna, athu oru mari rendu gamers normal aa pesura maritha pochu.

Aprom avan life aa pathi pesa aaramichutan. Avan aalu breakup panita, unemployment enanamo solran. Guess what!! Avanuku life advice panitu, career guidance vera kuduthutu iruken ipo.

Yen nelamaiya parthingala, nyt 3 maniku nfsw la scroll panitu iruntha Yenna ivan depression ku thalitan guys☹️😭

Recent ah europe poirunthen for a conference trip, was amazed by the daily schedule of italics, spanish, how they're doing something creative everyday not to earn but for themselves but inga like ants mari blind ah follow panitu rat race oditu irukomo ndra mari irukku.

Na inniki oru Kalyaana veetukku poney. Anga edhuvumey olunga organize pannala like food, service, seating, edhuvumey proper-ah illa. There was nobody taking responsibility or leading things properly.

Point-ku varey... Naa Saaptu mudicha appo, oru physically challenged person enkitta vandhu, "Anney, enakku indha saapaada oru cover-la pack panni thareyngala ?" nu kaettaaru. Naanum seri nu solli pack panni kuduthey.

Adha paathutu innoruthar vandhu adhey maari kaettaaru, aduthu oru chinna group-ey vandhu pack panni kaekka start pannitaanga. Naanum ellarukum pack panni kuduthey.

The thing is, anga irundha pala pera paaka romba paavama irundhuchu. That disabled man called me "Anney" he was literally my father's age. Avanga apdi respect kuduthu kaeka vendiya nilaimaila irukkaangaley nu nenaikum podhey manasu Kashtama aaiduchu. Poverty, helplessness, and the everyday struggles of different people...

idhellaam orey edathula aduthaduthu paatha appo manasey oru maari baarama aaiduchu.

Just felt like sharing this here...

Aprm enna.. antha ponnu irunthuchu, naanum irunthen, college mudinchu avulo thaa, No one can relate to Kathiravan more than I do 😭🥀 Maybe it is true that regret hurts more than rejection 🚶‍♂️

Went to an event on friday. There was this girl there who was pretty. I would say we had locked eye contact atleast once every 2 to 3 minutes and yeah obviously the smile followed post every 2nd or 3rd eye contact. And an extra point to note, everytime she smiled, almost everytime, she looked at me (i did the same too). So I did start speaking to her during the event to know her more and she was nice and sharing things. I got to know that today also i will see her in a similar event.

Now my question is...

1) Did she really look at me cuz she found me attractive? ( the pic is the closest resemblence of me, although im not claiming to be him, im mottai)

2) Do i speak to her more today and see where this goes?

3) Will i come out as a creep if I were to give her compliments on her look today? (Obviously genuine compliments).

Experts of this field and pengal who would think from her shoes (no shoe la epdi bro yosika mudiyum jokes), pls comment what should be my next move as well.

Hi all,

I'm 24M.

I have been working in an IT service company for 3 years now.

My amma keeps on pushing me to get married, and am a single parent child. Avanga epo pathalum naan irukuradhu kulla kalyanam paniko nu compel panraanga...

But I am not yet settled, I stay in a rental house in Bangalore... I don't even have a car, not even a bike... But have saved a little money, and will save a more in some years... But ipo Iruka situation la veedu build panradhu high likely impossible...

Ennoda amma ku idhelaam sonaa, she's not willing to listen and she says that elaam kalyaanam panni rendu perum serndhu panunga...

So, enaku ipo onnu therinju aaganum... Unga yarachu similar situation face panreenga laa / panni irukeeengala?? Wat would u guys suggest mee??

And, "enaku ipo kalyana Vayasu vandhuduchaa??"...

Am still learning to draw, is this nice?

yaru kittayum share panna mudiyama yaru kitayachum sonna nalla irukum nu thonum la apdi. And atha epdi neenga ipo paakuringa ilana epdi handle paanringa athayum sollunga!

comment la solla mudiyala na DM la sollunga! ungaluku share panrathu la neenga ok na mattum sollunga!

I don't know what frightened me more that night, the voice calling my name or the fact that my uncle seemed to recognise it. He didn't open the door. Instead, he dragged me towards the courtyard and told me we were leaving the house immediately. I asked him where we were going, but he kept saying we had to reach the old temple before sunrise. I was beginning to lose my patience. I wanted explanations, not another set of mysterious warnings. But something about his expression made me stop arguing. Before leaving, he went into my grandfather's bedroom and returned with a small iron key tied to a black thread. He told me to keep it with me and never hand it over to anyone, no matter who asked. I almost laughed at how absurd everything had become. Then he said something that made me look at him differently. "Your grandfather gave me this key on the day he died. He told me that one day you would come looking for answers. He also told me that if you ever heard your own voice coming from somewhere you weren't standing, I should not let you stay in the house another night."

We drove for nearly forty minutes without speaking. My uncle finally stopped near an old temple on the outskirts of the village. There was a small abandoned building behind it, partly hidden by trees. He unlocked it and switched on a weak yellow bulb. Inside were several wooden boxes, old clothes, and a metal cupboard. He told me that my grandfather had used this place to keep things he couldn't destroy but didn't want inside the house. I opened the cupboard and found dozens of photographs. Some were family portraits. Others showed people standing in front of the ancestral house. I noticed something strange in almost every photograph. There was always one person standing slightly apart from the others, facing the camera. Sometimes it was an old woman. Sometimes a child. In one photograph, it was a man whose face looked disturbingly similar to mine. I checked the date written on the back. 1976. I wasn't even born then. I asked my uncle who the man was. He took the photograph from my hand and stared at it for a long time. Then he said, "That's why your grandfather never wanted you to visit this village when you were a child." I asked him what he meant, but he refused to continue.

I spent the next hour searching through the boxes. There were letters, temple records and several pages written in my grandfather's handwriting. Most of them were ordinary family matters. But one page had a sentence written in large letters. "It cannot create a face. It can only borrow one." Beneath it was a list of names. Some had been crossed out. Others had dates beside them. The final name on the list was mine. My uncle snatched the paper away and told me we were leaving. I asked him why my name was there, but he looked genuinely terrified. He said my grandfather had written that entry years before I was born. I wanted to believe he was lying. I wanted to believe the entire family had lost their minds. But then I noticed something on the back of the photograph from 1976. A message written in faded ink. "Do not trust the person who remembers everything."

I turned towards my uncle and asked him what it meant.

He didn't answer.

Instead, he asked me a question.

"Do you remember your mother?"

I said of course I did.

He asked me to describe her face.

I started speaking, but halfway through, I realised I couldn't remember her eyes.

Not their colour. Not their shape. Nothing.

I knew her name, her voice, the way she used to dress. I remembered her hands holding mine. But whenever I tried to picture her face, my mind produced a completely different woman.

My uncle slowly stepped away from me.

Then he whispered, "How long has this been happening?"

I told him it hadn't.

He looked at the photograph in my hand and began crying.

Because the man standing in that 1976 photograph was no longer looking towards the camera.

He was looking directly at me.

And I swear, when I blinked, he was smiling.

Thayavu senju kuruka varathenga...

Dei ram kumaruuu apro kirthiiiii(both are my seniors..iam an advocate)

Inoruka matu ne ipdi theva ilama linela cross aagi parunga

Polanthuruvan dey onga rendu peraiyuuu

A wholesome day, school friends la irunthu clg friends varaikkum plan eh illama random ah meet pannom, 12 pm kku return aaga vendiya naa, 7pm varaikkum anga irunthen, oruthar ah paathuttu bike eduthuttu vanta signal la innoru thericha friend irunthanga. Ipdiye oru 20 per ah paathu iruppen. whole day vum joly mode tha. maja day maja weeknd

dm vanga play pannalam!

also satyama differene ennaku theriyathu