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நான் பிறக்க தவறிய காலம் 90sகள்
டயல் phoneகளும், புத்தகக் கைகளும்,
புருவத்தின் மேல் பொட்டும், விண்வெளி வேட்கைகளும்,
முத்துச் சிரிப்பும், முத்தாரமான முரட்டு தைரியமும் கொண்ட காலம்🌸

This was made at gunpoint.

"Receiving the Best Styled Villain Ethnic 2023 award for @utharamenonstyling is a moment of immense pride and joy! 🌟 Working on Pathuthala was more than just a project—it was a profound learning experience. From the seemingly simple costumes, like Simbu’s vesti and shirt, to the intricate details behind them, every aspect was meticulously planned. We had 20 different colors of vestis and shirts in similar grey and dark tones. We crafted detailed boards with swatches for each scene to ensure the perfect mood and character portrayal. For example, choosing the right shade of blue from six variations for a specific scene was challenging but crucial. The hard work and dedication paid off, and this recognition makes every effort feel even more worthwhile. Thank you for making me experience this and the opportunity @utharamenonstyling Always grateful 🌻

#pathuthala #goldenneedleawards #beststyledvillan

The In-Between Days 🌻

There are days when doubt holds sway,
When every step seems led astray.
We question moves, unsure and lost,
Counting the cost of paths we've crossed.

But in between the clouds of gray,
A different kind of magic plays.
Moments of doubt and glimmers of light,
Coexist in a dance, day and night.

These are the days I call beautiful,
The in-between days, where life feels full.
A blend of uncertain and almost there,
Of whispered hope and silent prayer.

In these days, our strength is found,
In every stumble, on shaky ground.
We rise, we trust, we find our way,
In the in-between days, come what may.

Chapter - 1 - People
Ummm, first of all thanks to @utharamenonstyling for trusting me with this project and giving it to me when I assured her that I could single handedly handle it by myself. I hope I did justice to it.
Before this project #pathuthala, I have always been advised to know atleast one person personally before you go to a shoot set. In this set, I didn't know one person nor have a teammate as well so I was pretty anxious and being the only woman on set was totally an another part to deal with. It was quite drastic to put yourself out there and make friends in between the bunch of men and only men! Intially, the workload kept increasing day by day and in between all of that ; the pressure to build a rapport with the teammates came in hand in hand. One such friend and the very first friend that I made on set is only @jaswanth_kasinath_07 , around these two years we've had our share of tiffs but at the end of the day if there's something wrong with me on set, I know who to call! Thanks for being there bud. Along the way in these two years, we've all got along. There's a story with every single person on set. Good ones. Bad ones. Not to mention, being the only woman on set, comes with a few perks as well. I have definitely been pampered a bit and most of the Anna's ask me if I had food while passing by and if I was feeling low, people would come up to me and ask me if I am okay or the way the boys in the team would tell me I look pretty whenever I dress up nicely. All this made me feel special and nice and one of the few things that kept me going but inspite of all this, none of them on set had ever made me feel like I am the only girl, neither was I treated inappropriately once and I am very much grateful for that; indeed they've always looked at me like one 'em boys and used to call me 'thambi' until a point. It was a whole sweet journey. But there's a literal other side to this as well, looking back, I have had fair shares of arguments with almost everyone on set. About work. Outside work. Politically. Personally and etc. That's what a more than two year can do to you. You talk about everything and anything!

#pathuthala #stylist #costumedesigner

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

I got hooked up on the word ugly in my mind way before in life, I'd look at myself in the mirror and feel flemished. The kind of embarrassment when I keep looking just kept throwing itself back on me. One day I take a glance at myself in the mirror and the glance turned into a stare in a few minutes after which I got annoyed and rubbed off the bindi from my forehead. It felt different without a bindi and I liked the kind of different I was looking at in the mirror for which I assumed that without a bindi, there's a sudden glow up in my face. I kept believing it for years, althroughout even when my mum to grandmum and teachers kept telling me that how having a bindi on makes your face beautiful but I never listened to them as the rebel child that I was and never have I ever revisted and kept a bindi all these years until very lately, when I was in my college only because, the guy I used to like back then; liked if girls had their bindi on. I went all in and pulled off a bindi and put it on my forehead for the very first time in so manyyears and it again felt different. A different kinda beautiful that I have never come past. Ironical being that the guy did not like me back but I started loving myself back. xD✨💞

PS. Pottu vecha shitposting. Kbye

Hot but tired, 24*7!! 🌻
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Also, happy valentine's day okay!
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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#melovesme

Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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#melovesme

Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
Kbye.
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Shit posting 101. 🙂🌸
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Twenty three, what an year you were! A pretty beautiful roller coaster ride with so much mixed emotions. I have been the in the peak of happiness and there were moments where I cried my heart out as well. You taught me a whole bunch of things about myself that I didn't even know. You were a year of hardwork, learning, spontaneousness and whole lotta vibe. All I can say is a thank you to my twenty three year old self to have come through all the things in her life and gave me one more beautiful year to live life and definitely those amazing people that I met this year and all the people that have come with me all throughout and put up with me through my happiness and sad days.
Y'all know who you are. I love you guys. Hugs.

Always, the solo Titanic feels only!
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Pc : @eye_yem_aar_ye_yen
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#solo #love #self #cringyhastags #denimstyle #beaches #view #suckerfortheview #beachview #loveislove #ootd #yolo #shootdays #pathuthala #cinema #travel #travelphotography #photography #angle #wtfisthis #cantdothisanymore💣 #kbye

Too much simpin' over self!
#kbye

Recently, someone asked me what is it like to be and do things alone most of the times. I turn my chair towards them, look them in the eye and tell them it's probably like a strong powerful drug, once you get a taste of the feel there's never going back. It might sound cliche but the feeling of being by yourself makes everything beautiful around you, the amount of bliss for each little thing that happens around you heightens. Uncertain about where to even start I added. Sometimes, you see a normal building, you notice the detailing in it and every single detailing would make much more sense than it really is or maybe maybe you keep walking in a road and you notice a small guy helping out a grandpa oryou just go to your favourite restaurant and order your favourite dish and eat it all by yourself or you're in a supermarket, picking up things and there's a new born infront of you and he/she smiles back when you make a face or let's just keep it simple I am just sitting with nothing to do, I look at the sky and figure out constellations. That's how much beautiful the world is,All these very little tiny things mean much more to me and I enjoy life like that when I am alone. He intruded and appreciated my narration but questioned back saying, it can also be done with people around. I replied back saying, maybe but try being alone and doing things by yourself once and then you'd know what I am talking about.