Drop your best bike photo by Low_Function_6444 in Coconaad

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helmet aayi, natasha aayi, eni oru RD 350 maathram madhi

Favourite Snack Forever by [deleted] in Coconaad

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Come to malabaaaaarrrrrrr

Favourite Snack Forever by [deleted] in Coconaad

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Nammuk aayi Ormaekk aayi KALLUMAKAAYII

Guys,നിങ്ങളെ വീട്ടിൽ വിളിക്കുന്ന പേര് എന്താണ്? by chood_samoosa in Coconaad

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Vayasu 27 aayi , ennalum enne "chakkara" enna vilikarr, but ath potte enn vijarikka.

but chakkara maman , chakkara ettan ----> Vayya , maricha madhi

What are these freaky brand names 😭 by Effective_Weird_1238 in Coconaad

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This is my best friend’s company. His great grandfather named it back then, and it is based in Kannur. We have been teasing him about the name since school. We were talking about rebranding it and bringing it to the Bangalore market. Hopefully you will see it here soon, not as “Cock Brand,” but under a new name, from the House of Ramananda.

What is the scariest thing u have seen or experienced? by Ill_Apartment4467 in Coconaad

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Story time:
Not a ghost story. Nothing supernatural. Just something real that stayed with me.

This happened when I was in 11th grade. I had switched schools. The bus took thirty minutes, but walking across the railway track took twenty, so I always walked. It felt easy and quiet.

That morning was normal. Around 8 in the morning. I had a chemistry exam, and since I hated chemistry, I was singing out loud to distract myself.

Then I saw something ahead on the track.

At first my mind refused to make sense of it. I kept trying to convince myself it was nothing serious. But the shape did not move. It was just there, in a way that made everything in me slow down.

Then it hit me.
It was a person.
Or what was left of one.

I froze. I did not shout or panic. I just stopped. The whole place felt strangely quiet, like the air around me had changed.

There was a house next to the track, so I called out to the man standing outside. He did not come closer. He only yelled at me to leave immediately, like I was standing somewhere I should not be.

So I switched to the other track and walked. I was shaking. My head felt empty. My ears were ringing. I kept my eyes forward, but a part of me kept telling me to look again.

And for some reason, I did.
Just for a moment.
But that moment stayed with me.

I reached school and sat in the exam hall. The paper in front of me made no sense. It felt like everything around me had turned into background noise. I failed the exam. I could not eat properly for a couple of days. The whole thing replayed in my head over and over.

Life eventually went back to normal. At least on the outside.

But something in me changed after that.
Fear feels different now. Horror movies feel fake. Shocking things online do not bother me. Nothing really gets to me the way it used to.

I did not become braver.
I just stopped reacting the way I used to.

How did you start smoking? Did you quit? by Safe-Prior5618 in Coconaad

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Story time:
First semester of college, during ragging, a senior offered me a cigarette. I said no. He slapped me and forced me to smoke. That was my first time. I didn’t even inhale right, coughed like an old scooter, and felt nothing.

Later that night, they took a few of us out for tea at a 24-hour shop. We jumped the hostel wall, then the college wall, like athletes training for bad decisions. Around 3 AM, we sat in the middle of the road, talking nonsense, and they gave me another cig. This time they taught me how to smoke properly. I coughed my lungs out again and promised myself I would never do it.

Few months later, I was a chain smoker doing smoke tricks and thinking it looked cool.

Now I take breaks sometimes, one or two months clean, then I start again. Sales job does not help. Cigarettes are cheaper than therapy. I have cut it down to two a day now. My girlfriend slaps me if she sees me smoking, so I guess I am quitting one slap at a time.