Snehithane Snehithane Ragasiya Snehithane Chinna Chinna Dhaay Koarikkaigal Sevikodu Snehithane
May the coming days bring you fresh hopes, quiet strength, and countless reasons to smile.
Look, there are some things about your body that I know that even you might not know. Every cell in our body gets completely replaced roughly every 10 years. That means every ten years, you become a new person. So whatever mistakes I made 10 years ago weren’t really made by the current "me." Next—your mouth is actually dirtier than a toilet seat. There is a disease called teratoma. In this condition, teeth can start growing anywhere in your body. Anywhere. Don’t Google it—you’ll get scared just by looking at it. And lastly, if all the blood vessels (veins) in your body were taken out and laid straight in a line, they would be long enough to wrap around the entire Earth four times.
Guys… I’m ending my mental disorder class here I feel like I’m getting too addicted, and I really need a break. I’ll miss you all, but I can’t handle this much overthinking anymore. I love you again, my fellow children 🫶 I have a lot of work to do, and staying in this mode is making me feel dumb and causing mistakes. So… bye-bye, guys 👋 I’m really very frustrated, like… so much 😩💔
We’ll be back after a short break ✨ I love you all,my fellow childs then i will teach you how to fight 💖🫶.................
And if anyone misunderstands me here or thinks they know me, please ignore me. I’m not like that in real life. This is not my main profile, okay? Babygirls 💖✨
Look, sometimes you are wrong and I am right 😄 Sometimes I am right and you are wrong 🤝 That’s okay — it’s normal 💯✨ We learn, we talk, we move forward 😊🌱
So let’s begin my Mental Disorder Class today 😌 Guys, you know what? I think my parents don’t love me. They keep forcing me to do unnecessary things… like “Go take a bath.” WHY? 🤨 They say, “If you take a bath, you’ll feel good.” Bro… eating momo also makes me feel good 🥟 So why is bathing compulsory? Then they say, “Your body made of mud, that’s why you should pour water on yourself every day.” Excuse me?? If I’m made of mud, tahole amk roj dhuye gollachcho keno 😭 And another question— You expect me to get naked every single day to take a bath… Is that good? Do you enjoy becoming naked daily? 🤔 tumi nijer chokhe nije choto hoye jachcho roj — “Chi… ?” This is wrong number................do you agree
Guys I am not comparing @sexy_buddy , but I genuinely want to know—are you smiling or not? All these efforts are for you, darlings 😌..... Ami sobar upor amar time waste kori na. But you’re special, that’s why I want to see you laugh, react, and express yourselves. That’s exactly why I want an emoji reaction system and a tagging system here. Tomader jibone eto shanti keno? 😏 Here’s the best part— I don’t know you, you don’t know me. So no judging, no fake standards. Bring out the monster inside you. Be unique, bro .I want you all fight ...I love fight i love drama ...but baj ulatapalta topic e na ..mane kono valo topic ...jeta knowledge barate pare .....r jodi baj topic eo korte Chao I will always support you but amar kache baj topic mane cringe type ..rule no 1..no verbal abuse bro .. it's against law ................rule number 2....there is no rule until tumi kauke hurt korcho ....you can do anything jeta knowledge baray ........hasay all cringe thing I will accept or appreciate....I will love to hear .... I’m on a mission to make everyone a little mental 😈 (in a fun, creative way) So my dear children… follow me.
No, this isn’t that bad — it actually feels nice that I can say all my random, nonsense thoughts here. Guys… this is where my mental balance disorder class officially ends today. Tomorrow, a new topic😌
achcha manus jon eto porasona keno korche eto tader janar echcha chilo kno ? koto korto korte hoi ager life tai valo chilo guhay thaktam jhinglala huhu kortam r ghure beratm r more jetam ...........eto kichu abiskar kno koreche ?
cholonto siri ache oitar moto jodi rasta ta eka eka cholto r amader hathte na hoto amader emn jiniser opor work kora uchit tahole koto easy hoye jabe ..................emn typer er service banate paro to
sobai life e eto busy kno ? karor mathay emn chinta ase na je khawar dawar gulo osudher moto choto hoto mane ja protin lage r mukh diye kosto kore khete hoto na ......peter kache ekta zip thakto khultam r dhukiye ditam ba .....
bolchi sobar life e eto santi kno ? sobai etotaratari ghumay kno ?
jno ekta chele ache amar friend mal ta eto noob eto noob ki bolbo ..........amak diye sara rat project baniye nije credit ney batela eto dey jeno ki na ki pare but ai r v0 chara kichu pare na noob ...........or ml er project sir kore dey ............kono kaj korte dile kichhcu pare na ................r ami kono kaj korle bal ta appreciate to korei na tar upore eta emn kora jeto omn kora jeto valo hoto nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooobbbbbbbbbbbb
jano amar ma khubi obsessed with calling me suddenly, je hothat kore amk dakbe emn vabe je ki ghote geche r strict instruction je tartari jeta hobe, giye jante parba emni dekeche ..........then bolbe oikhan theke oita niye ay, na ante parle boke kintu bole na kothar theke ki anbo diye nije giyei niye ase ............abar kono ekta kaj bollo 1 min laptop soralam tar modhe kore fele ........1 min deri holei nijei kore fele r boka dey kno ?
Why am I thinking so much about this app? I can’t stop thinking about it. Why am I getting addicted? Even though I want someone to react, I still feel frustrated — but at the same time, it feels good… yeeeahhh
yeeeeehhhh I sound like such a toxic user right now
You know, talking here feels like talking to a boyfriend. I realized this because even when I had a boyfriend, he never replied like this. You guys should really add a poll system or a reaction system.
Dear bestie, I understand. I know you love your personal space… but guess what? I love your personal space toooooooooooooooooooooooo 😌✨
Please help this person @idot 🙏 Through secret sources 🤫, I came to know that his family has kicked him out of the house, and now he is suffering badly… while being “pregnant” 🤰 (yes, too emotionally ouch ouch heartbreak). Life has become so hard for him that he doesn’t even have money to buy rice. That’s why he had to eat biryani for lunch—pure survival mode 🍗😔. This is really heartbreaking. Any small help will mean a lot. There is no comment system here, so please share this post. If anyone is interested in helping, drop your number—I’ll personally send you the QR code. Your one scan can turn his biryani days into rice days again 🙏💔
Guys… listen carefully… I’m going to tell a secret. Please don’t tell ANYONE 🤫 Seriously. ………………………… I’m thinking how to say this 😔 ………………………… But this is the truth 😳 @idiot this person is pregnant 🤰 Don’t tell anyone again 😤 .................. Please pray for him 🙏 ………………………… God bless him 😇
🚨 ATTENTION 🚨 2026 is coming. So do all the shyt things you’re scared to do. Block your partner and become gay. Call your ex and say, “I miss you.” Marry your maid. Call a strange guy and tell him, “Son, I found you.” Quit a job you hate without a backup plan. Text “we need to talk” and then go offline. Call your crush at 2 a.m. and say she is ugly.
I say it again and again: I hate men. And immediately psychology steps in, explaining that men have something extra in their bodies that makes them stronger, freer, more capable. Because of this belief, society slowly teaches that men deserve more—more freedom, more space—while women deserve less. People say women drink, smoke, and act like men just to feel equal. But this idea isn’t just from women; it lives in society’s mindset. Society keeps saying, “Everyone is equal now,” pointing to successful women as proof. They say not all men are the same. They say women don’t only need safety from men. But let’s be honest. We are allowed to study. Our freedom needs approval. Why do people say, “I’ll drop you home, it’s late”? Is that freedom? Is borrowed safety the same as having our own freedom? I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. Yet darkness scares me. Fear follows me after sunset. Does anyone spare a six-month-old baby? Was she dressed wrongly? Did she provoke anyone? Did she ask to be harmed? Still, people rush to protect men. If a man’s character is questioned, they say, “Marry him off.” As if marriage fixes everything. As if it gives him permission to do whatever he wants while others stay silent. No one thinks about the girl. The same men shout “women, women,” saying women can’t do anything. When a woman succeeds, they claim she used her body.So maybe I should suggest— ask your boss whether he is interested in men too. We don’t want special treatment. We want equal treatment. When protection is needed, treat us like your sons—not as problems, but as lives that matter. I had a sister. I was in class seven; she was in six. Her teacher had sex with her, told everyone, and said he wanted to marry her. He did this to many girls. But because her case became public, he spoke openly. Nothing happened to him. Today, he is married and living peacefully. The girl was locked inside the house. People blamed her. Fine—assume that. But he was thirty-six. Didn’t he have the power to stop? Why did he use her? He called it love. But I know the truth. She told me herself. When she grew up, she asked him, “Why did you do this to me?” He replied, “Why didn’t you pay?” As if silence meant consent. People still don’t understand. We never say all men are bad. But these crimes—they are done by men. Have you heard of a woman raping someone, burning or acid-attacking another woman? Rarely. So tell me—how are we supposed to know who is good and who is dangerous?
Why did the backend developer get kicked out of the party? she kept blocking requests. 🚫🎉
How many developers does it take to change a light bulb? None. That’s a hardware problem. 😅
The Capricorn In English we say "Capricorn" But in poetry We say~ The Sea-Goat, born of winter's quiet fire, Strong in silence, loyal beyond desire. A heart that loves slowly, but forever stays, Turning patience into devotion, storms into grace. When a Capricorn loves, it is not a moment - it is a lifetime. And hard to say good bye...
I spent half an hour training my ML model. My mom saw me and called me to eat… I had to stop. Now I have to restart, and guess what? Another half an hour gone! 😢If chud gaye guru had a face.......................................
Authentication Tokens.......... JWT tokens are like promises… easy to give, hard to revoke.................
Authentication I told my users, Use a strong password.They said 123456. We cried together.
Debugging ,Being the detective in a crime movie where you are also the murderer. 🔍🩸
Why do Java developers wear glasses? Because they don’t see sharp. 😎
I have seen a woman who pours all her love into us. She never blames, never stops, keeps going - unstoppable - thinking only of our well - being, making sure we are safe, cared for, and whole. But in the end, what does she receive? Only what is left behind - the scraps after everyone else has taken their share. No one makes her feel special. No one does anything just for her. Instead, she is pressured, questioned, weighed down by expectations. When others break the rules, it is called freedom. They are allowed. They are excused. But when she breaks a rule - even once - it is called a mistake, a fault, a sin. Her sacrifices are invisible. Her strength is taken for granted. And her silence is mistaken for acceptance.
She is perfect in every single way. I wish, with all my heart, that I could be like her. The way she speaks, the way she smiles so graceful, so effortlessly elegant. People fall in love with her words before they even realize it. She talks to everyone with kindness, with a gentle warmth, and a bright smile that feels like light. But I am different. I am afraid of people. Whenever I try to speak, my smile trembles, fear rises in my chest, and I fall silent. So no matter how much I wish, I cannot be like her. People mistake my silence for pride, my fear for arrogance. They never see the longing inside me the quiet wish to be warm, to be open, to be free… just like her.
Tired of giving all my time, I dream of a place that’s only mine. Far away from every plea, Where I can just be me.
There once was a soul full of might, Who worked in the shadows of night. With effort so true, The success it drew, Proved silent work brings delight.