#mga writes

chinaapudu nenu ma inti bayata kurchoni homework rasukuntu untey kitchen lo ma amma chesa sambar guma gumalu ke entha intensity vundho same intensity ma vurlo dhaba ke vundhe, Sunday roju biryani time ayyindi pushpa ane aromatic vibrations tho ala pilsuthundhe. edhego vastuna ane na cycle vesukone, manche endalo eppate laga velli special chicken biryani order echa, phone pe transaction fail avuthunde emo ane cash kuda backup petuukone full prepared ga vella, can't wait to taste biryani level of excitement, dieting peru tho week antha kadupu madchukune cheat day kosam wait chesa pranalu dhora, what can I say. Hail veggies and oats!. na parcel vachey time lo IG, twitter, reddit ane ala oka pattu pate, suriyuduu na parcel yekkada ra ane adega, inthalo merupu thega laga dhaba lo chotu na parcel thesukone vachadu. Rao garu enti parcel size and shape ekkado thedakoduthunde ane adigithye chef maripoyadu thamudu ane pedha bomb pelchadu donga sachinodu, godava padde udhesam ledhu inko res...

This evening, I was sitting in a salon that I always prefer to visit. Not because that anna does the exact cut the way I want it, but because he sets the whole atmosphere with a 90s playlist and discusses current affairs, movie reviews, cricket analysis, and more. Although I often find his views distorted and incorrect, I just nod and listen to what he has to say. Listening to people is my superpower, no matter what the topic. While waiting for my turn for a haircut, I decided to open my Kindle app and started reading a fictional spy novel series set in Syria. The first 100 pages I read earlier were a bit boring as they were just setting up the characters and context. Anyway, I continued from where I left off and found myself on a page where a Nazi official explains with pride how he used to terminate Jewish people to an Israeli spy walking in the old streets of Damascus. It felt a little bit odd that I was sitting in my comfort zone - with AC, music, and a cozy chair - while reading a...