Tharangini 🏞️

Udaimai Naadagam ✍🏻

Once, she found peace by gazing at the ethereal night sky, the serene moon, and the glittering stars, but now, nothing seems to pacify her thumping heart, as she needed her man beside her right now.

"Avarai kaanamal urangadhu ivvirandu vizhigal. Varattum, naan kobiththu kolla pogiren."

She was seated on one of the fleeting steps of the kulam (pool), situated in the backyard of the house.

It was he who constructed the pool there, as his woman was fond of playing in the water amidst the lotuses and water lilies.

The person responsible for her anger tip-toed towards the well to wash his hands and legs as quietly as possible.

More than facing her wrath, he could never look at her dull face.

He never expected the journey to be this delayed and regretted the fact that his woman would wait for him, sacrificing her hunger and sleep.

"Aadalarasi," he called her, gaining her attention. She turned in a lightening speed to drink in the view of her man.

Her eyes illuminated when she saw him, and his heart soared in happiness. But then she recalled that he was tardy, and her visage hardened with anger. She turned away, not wanting to acknowledge his presence.

His organ of life palpitated, absorbing her beauty, but his eyes didn't fail to notice the fragile position in which she was seated.

He realised that she missed him terribly.

He did try his best to reach home soon, but while embarking on the return journey, he had to help a little guy lift the milk cans, as the latter was too weak to do so.

She wore a red silk lower garment that reached her knees and was secured by a huge knot at the centre. Her upper body was cladded with a red silk cloth, tied by a bow-like knot at the back.

An epaulette adorned her neck and collarbones, with the chains falling freely amidst her breasts. A thick pair of beaded anklets held her ankles in pride, and a medium-sized pair of earrings, complementing those of the epaulette, adorned her ears.

A set of golden bangles adorned her slender hands, which moved as she swayed them on the water.

Her incredibly long, wavy, and silky hair was left free with no adornments except for the strings of jasmine flowers pinned at the back of her head.

He knew it wasn't exactly anger but grief that dissipated from her tiny self.

He was determined to make her talk.

"Angu seivadhu enna?" He queried, admiring her long tresses falling freely down her waist. The teasy peak in view of her waist via the flowing hair was tempting him.

"Pirivuzhalkiren." She replied melancholically, inclining down on the edge of the pool step. His heart thudded fast, proud and emotional of the fact that this woman loved him like no one would ever do.

"Thavaru seidha unnavanai mannithu arulvaayaga."

"Ayyane..." She stopped him with widened eyes. She could never accept him apologising to her, even if he's at fault.

His face bloomed in the moonlight from the way she addressed him, and in no time, he was next to her, on a step lower than that of hers.

She bit her lip, flushing at the way she called him out. He mirrored her action and bent his head to look at her reddened face.

He held her waist, moving closer as she was ensconced in his broad arms. His face was stuffed into her curvaceous bosoms, while her small arms tried their best to engulf his huge frame completely.

His body, smeared with sacred ash, was covered with sweat now, tempting the shrewd woman to caress his abs. He growled, feeling her palms on his body and controlled himself from pounding on her.

She stopped, realising her actions, and closed her eyes tight, feeling embarrassed. He smirked and, in an instant, lifted his head up to her face level, sucking her left cheek.

Her eyes popped out, feeling his rough lips mercilessly sucking her face, and her lips quivered, waiting to be drowned in his lips.

Realising that he had lost control, he stopped his actions and left her body, gulping hard. She couldn't face him and stood up to leave, but was held back by him.

"Vetkamo?" He asked, giggling a little. She flushed in response and looked at him with her eyelashes, scrutinising his actions.

"Pesa maatero?" He queried again, getting up. His tall frame towered over her petite one as she leaned her forehead on his chest.

"Unavu unna vaarungal." She spoke out like a cat, trying her best to control the feelings that surged within. Ever since she saw him, her anger flew away, and the strings of missingness and possessiveness evoked her sensual side.

Not knowing that her man thoroughly understood her intentions, he waited with a playful smirk, wanting her to accept it on her own.

"Unavu unna manamillai. Urangavum manamillai." He shrugged, caressing the side of her waist, causing her to stand on his feet.

Out of nowhere, her mood became sour, and she left him with a questioning glare.

He was perplexed by her demeanour and inclined on the pillar, waiting for her to open up.

Her lips pouted, her fingers fidgeted with each other, and when she looked at him, he winked, which agitated her further.

"Vasuki, Radhai, Maragatham, Revathi, Kalini, Mathugai..." She listed out some names, and he nodded at her in confusion.

"Nammudaya pen pillaigalukku peyargala? Eninum aan pillaigal pirandhal enna seivadhu?" He asked funnily but turned around when his woman was on the edge of bursting out.

"Keli seigirirgala?? Ivargal yaarayum thamakku theriyadhu. Appadi thaane?" He turned back to her with a goofy smile.

Indeed, they were his friends.

"Vasuki maadugalai meippaval, Radhai matrum Madhugai palagaaram virpanai seibavargal, Kalini padhani virppaval matravaro siruvayadhu pengal. Idhil unakku enna sangadam?"

Her lips left a gasp after hearing about other women from him, and she quickly left the place in anger. She knew he was hers, but the latter women had induced jealousy in her heart, professing that they would marry her man in the future.

While she fought with them, their claim that polygamy was common soured her mood. She couldn't tolerate the fact that a situation might arise for her to share him with other women.

Him being late home riled her up further. She needed words of assurance from him, but here he was playing with her.

She forgot the fact that he was a man of action, and he would be proving her the very same now.

"Enakku narththanam endral pidikkum." He declared loudly without a thought, and in a jiffy, she was there right in front of him. He laughed a little, raising his eyebrows.

"Narththanathil naattamo?" She swayed her arms and hips, teasing him.

"Narththanam aadum ennaval meedhu naattam." She giggled upon hearing his reply, and she let him wrap his rough arms around her waist.

He gazed at this silly woman fondly, who couldn't hold up her anger even for a couple of minutes. The moment she mentioned the names, he understood that she was possessive of him.

"Thaam...." She started and shut her mouth, stopping herself. He held her chin, lifting it to face him.

"Ennidam thayakkam kondal, naan kobiththu kolven." She wrapped her arms around him tightly, shaking her head.

"Thaam avargalai manandhu kolveergala? Thamakku avargalai pidikkume."

"Moolai illathavan thaan sagodharigalai manamudippan." She grinned at him, for her man mentioned all of them as his sisters.

Her eyes oozed pure love, which warmed his heart and body.

"Manam kulirndhadha?" She nodded happily, basking in his warmth.

She herself knew she behaved imprudently, but as a hopeless lover, she wanted him all for herself the whole life.

"Innoru murai nee idhai vinavamal irukka ennidam oru vazhi irukkiradhu." He released her from his embrace, erupting spurts of confusion within.

She felt bad witnessing his reaction, but that turned out to be a shock, feeling his lips on hers. He went on kissing her roughly, squeezing her waist as per his wish.

Her body was floating in the air, and she soon felt the steps of the pool. He left her lips, sat straight, and swept his gaze over her trembling body.

She was a symbol of beauty and purity.

His eyes stopped on the breast band, which surprisingly turned him on. He has seen her bare-breasted most of the time, but the peekaboo game of her assets from the band tempted him to have a look at them then and there.

She looked at his line of sight and promptly replied, "Veragu vettum podhu adipadamal irukka anindhu konden, ayyane."

He nodded in affirmation and lifted her body, placing her on his lap. His fingers quickly walked on her back to the knot and released her captivated breasts to bounce in front of his face. The chains of the epaulette adorned her bosoms, disturbing his sane self to do something satiable.

His knuckles caressed her right bosom along with the chainlets, eliciting moans from her petal-like lips. He leaned in, pecking her forehead, and whispered, "Innoru pennai ivvaru theenda maaten."

His palms covered her naked breasts, fondling them along with the chains. Her mouth fell open for his actions, and her palm held onto his mane, innocently pleading with him to go ahead.

He pecked her lips, traced them down to her neck, and sucked her pulse, causing a mark there. His lips made way to her heaving bosoms and captured an erect nipple. She mewled in ecstasy, pushing his head more towards her mounds.

His slender, long finger dipped inside her navel, adding to the pleasure. His hungry lips continued their assault on her soft bosoms, as did the fingering of her navel. In no time, she reached the threshold, exploding in oblivion.

He let her relax, caressing her hair and pecking her forehead lovingly. She gained her composure and blushed at their state.

"Innoruvalukku en illathil idam illai, en padukkaiyil idam illai. En vaarisugalai sumakkum urimaiyum illai. Ivvanaithirkkum sondhamanaval nee oruvale." He stated this, placing butterfly kisses on her bosoms. She sighed and moaned in happiness, both for his words and actions.

"Ivvaiyagaththil unnai thavira anaithu pengalum enakku annaiyargal, sagotharigal matrum pillaigal sthanathil ullavargale aagum. Manaivi endru oruval enakku irundhal athu neeye, en muththarame."

Her eyes welled up in delight, and she lifted his head, kissing his lips. He gladly left her to kiss him, and they cherished the moment under the moonlight.

She left his lips with a smile, fixing her gaze on his chin. He watched her blooming face, which had a special glow due to the moonlight that passed by.

He took a floating water lily and traced it from her forehead to her nose. She shivered, feeling the water droplets fall on her skin, and held his wrist amusingly when he sulked all of a sudden.

His brain knocked on an incident that happened prior, causing him to act as such.

"Ennavaaitru ayyane?" He sulked again, replying, "Aangal un azhagai varnikkum pozhudhu en raththam kodhithu pogiradhadi, en selvame."

She smiled cheekily at him and palmed his face with a laugh. "Ivvaru thaan andha pengal thammai varnikkum podhu enakku piththu pidithadhu pol irundhadhu."

He dipped his head in understanding and muttered in a determined tone, "Nee enakku mattume sondham. Arasane vandhalum seri, avanidam porittu unnai naan en manasiraiyil adaithukolven."

She was so happy to have her man behave like a cranky child, possessive of her, just like her. They were exactly two crazy crackheads, hopelessly in love.

He continued tracing the water lily from her neck to the valley of her bosom. She took a sharp breath when a pointed petal of the flower stroked her nipple, hardening it like a pebble. She whimpered and hummed like a sleepy bird, eyes drooping to sleep.

He stopped his advances, gazing at his half-sleepy colleen, and quickly rolled over, having her on top of him. She was startled at the sudden movement, trying to lift her head up; however, her man pinned her down on his muscular chest.

"Udaimai naadagaththai iththodu mudithu kolvom. Kangalai moodi urangu." She gazed up at him giddily and shot back, "Kangalai moodamal uranga mudiyumo?"

He scowled at her counter and pinched her lips, to which she giggled and laid back on his chest.

Shooting up a gaze at the star-studded sky, they gazed back at each other, falling into a deep slumber in each other's arms.

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Ezhuthalar Tharangini vaazhga!

I cackled up, shouting the slogan and closed my diary.

If something decides to torment you, give it back.

'You mean, 'If you trouble the trouble, the trouble will trouble you....' agenda?' The flesh chirped in, elated with my controlled state.

If random, irrelevant visuals can disrupt my peace, then I am going to disturb the world by becoming a writer.

Evil laugh....

'Yeah, and in a way, you are the problem creator.' I chided the encephalon.

Yes, if this stupid mass of flesh had clearly ignored those hypnagogic images, I would have been in peace. Instead, it ended up creating fake scenarios, landing me in trouble.

Some visuals do come naturally all of a sudden, but it depends on the brain whether it remembers them or not. Most of us tend to forget what we dreamt of, and in some cases, we tend to develop the dream on our own.

Or in another case, we are aware of the dream - a lucid dream.

As soon as I finished praying, an out-of-this-world idea popped up from the dumb flesh.

I know this is to be documented as the eighth wonder of the world; nevertheless, just leave it off.

Back to the idea: I felt like writing up whatever I saw through the visions, and a series of points were laid down on paper, which I had elaborated on as well. It came out like a scene from a periodic drama.

At the right time, the flesh dropped a bombshell, reminding me of the fact that I had come across the name 'Aadalarasi' beforehand.

Curious as hell, I crushed the flesh without mercy, squeezing it to retrieve the information. And boom! I took the lead.

Five years ago, while I was in my regular dance classes, I saw Mahalakshmi ma'am choreographing a dance sequence for her senior students, a boy and a girl. Ma'am had also given a title to the sequence.

Aadalarasanin Thiruvidaiyadal.

The name left me intrigued and excited, and in no time, I went to her, asking what the meaning of it was. Ma'am was more than happy to let me watch the performance and explained that it was all about the play of Lord Shiva, who came down to earth to save one of his devotees from the wrath of an evil guy.

The name caught my attention more than anything, and I hopped home to Google the complimenting name of 'Aadalarasan.'

The moment my lips let out the name 'Aadalarasi', I felt goosebumps erupting like wild flowers on my skin and had a liking for the name the same instant.

Dancing Queen - it meant in English.

As soon as amma came home, I started fighting with her as to why she didn't name me 'Aadalarasi.' That name fascinated me way too much, and being a professional classical dancer excited me more to have the name for myself.

The pleasant trouble amma had endured because of me was unfathomable and chaotic. She was almost ready to change my name, and suddenly the idea seemed bad. I stopped her from doing this, and the whole day, I had to hear a lecture, which was hilarious, honestly.

Amma is a sweet and naive woman. Sometimes, I really pity her for birthing a crazier than a shithouse rat human.

Nammala meikkiradhukku ammavukku koyil thaan kattanum.

The flesh instantly agreed to my comment, and now I am planning to construct a temple for her.

Psch! Believe me, I am serious as hell.

So, this is the history I had to say. And the adorable deer toy that I possess has led me to imagine a little fawn that appeared along with the guy.

What about him? I asked myself.

'He's the result of your prolonged wish to be loved and cajoled by your partner.' A commendable answer from the flesh.

Hence, the guy + my deer toy + Aadalarasi = the hypnagogic visuals I have been seeing over the months.

'Enna, equation correct, ah, irukka?' I questioned the trouble making flesh happily.

Why couldn't I decipher this earlier? I would have been at peace for a long time. Anyway, everything happens for a reason, after all.

I tend to imagine a lot, living in a delusional world most of the time. The least interaction I had with the outer world must have caused an impact on my brain, forcing it to develop insignificant situations and forging me to believe them.

A funnier fact was that even Aadalarasi's face was so blurred, and I, being a crackhead, fitted my face in her place, further creating a mess.

And from there came my fascination with this dress and ornaments.

In short, I am the reason for my problem. I am the problem, and only I am the solution for it as well.

How on Earth is my soulmate going to put up with my unpredictable self? I myself have been suffering for a long time to hold the horses, but it's too hard.

'Maybe he has the key to control you.' The flesh remarked.

'Maybe, may not be.' I responded and gulped some water from the bottle.

As much as I am happy and content with my life, the adrenaline rush to explore the actual world is taking a toll on my mental health. I feel confined and restricted, even in the most basic things.

First of all, amma is not that interested in sending me out. She has her own share of reasons, some reasonably fair and some utterly ridiculous.

Upon that, she's scared that my messy and unpredictable self can land me in trouble. Which may be true, but can a human live without facing problems at all?

During my preteen years, I used to fight with her a lot about all these things, and as the days passed, I decided to give up all my wishes and desires for her. The least I could do for her, for all that she does to me, is to keep her in peace.

And I did that.

But the flesh couldn't accept this and started accumulating all my wishes and desires inside it, which started popping out like situations and scenarios. Puberty and teens phase peaked my interest in marriage life, seeding a desire to have a man for life who would love and cherish me forever, without any barriers.

I started dwelling in the delusional world, and my love for literature fed up the hungry flesh and erupted desires in my poor heart.

This has all led to unwanted drama. While the delusional me felt happy with the visuals, the logical and rational me couldn't put up for long, as I felt like losing myself and detaching from the real world.

If this continues, I will end up in a mental asylum, for sure.

The melancholic torment I had been facing since the morning, pondering over these visuals led to the idea, and I developed an 'one-shot story' with it, showcasing my literary skills as much as I could.

Udaimai Naadagam - Ah! I am loving the title. Proud of myself for penning it.

A happy emotional background score rolls...

The more I read it, the more I realised how much fiction and literature have diffused in my flesh and blood, causing this much ruckus.

Well, I am fine now. And saluting the Almighty for creating me.

Even he cannot change what he did and must have concluded that I am an away with the fairies dumb woman.

Another shoulder-patting moment is that I myself came out of the problem without any help.

'You created the problem.' Look at the audacity of that useless flesh.

'Exam ezhudhum podhu badhil solla sonna, Spotify playlist, memes, reels, fictional and movie dialogues ah replay panni kaatra nee ellam pesalama?' I shot back, mentally flipping my hair.

'Adhu ellam paakuradhu yaaru un thatha va?' The brain asked, catching me off guard.

'Hey, mariyadhai... mariyadhai. Don't bring that old guy here. Already naa avaru mela kovathula irukken. And, dear dumb one, it's you who distract me from my studies. Nee ozhunga irundha, naa yen urupadama poga poren?'

See, how logical I am.

I am innocent; I have nothing to do with this skull meat.

I am paavam!

Even in the future, I will complain to my husband about this skull flesh. Let me see how it'll escape my beloved's wrath.

Dramatic background score rolls...

Tired of squabbling with myself and the flesh, which is again me, unfortunately, I climbed down the stairs to have a cup of tea.

My day starts and ends with tea, irrespective of moods or situations. I belong to that category of people who crave tea, irrespective of time and weather. Sipping tea and watching the busy city from the window will definitely give you peace.

Did I forget to mention? Ever since I shifted to Chennai, I became more attached to the kitchen, which I had stepped into before, only to keep the plates back or fill my water bottle.

Surprisingly, my mind and heart calmed down while cooking, pushing me to cook more. The ladies were astonished when I started noting down the recipes and trying them out seriously, asking for their comments so that I could improve myself.

"I am speechless, Ammu. Before, you didn't even know the difference between cumin seeds and anise seeds, but now you are trying different cuisines and doing it well. What else do you have in store for us?" Amma asked some days before, while Dale laughed her heart out.

This is me. I am still in search of something that is maybe a bit far away from me or that's near, but I am not able to identify it.

Filtering out the contents, I came back to my room with the tea cup, grabbing the diary in which I had written the one-shot.

Dance and now scribbling that can later turn out to full-fledged writing, I am sure that I won't stand on the streets, begging for money. I can earn a few bucks, at least.

Inner peace!

Dear Engineering Degree, you can make anyone unemployed and penniless, but not me. Look who you are fighting with.

The flesh cheered up in countenance, acknowledging my point.

Nevertheless, jokes apart, I did suffer a lot all these months and didn't have anyone to vent out what I felt within. This can be overly dramatic and a bit cringe-worthy too, but the pain that I bore was more.

For those intellects who claim, 'You have proper food, shelter, and a good education, what makes you sad? Aren't you being silly?' If this is the case, then irrespective of the ways you get all these, a human can be happy. Are all people happy? Don't they have their own share of grief and pain?

Vali vali thaane, athula enna chinnadhu perusu nu soldrathu? If a human feels helpless, that is a huge problem, at least for him or her. If you cannot help, at least leave.

No one asked me this, but in the future, if someone dares, I have the reply ready in hand.

Victory background score rolls...

Finishing up the tea, I glanced at the diary, the outfits and ornaments, and the deer toy all at once.

No wonder my spirit animal is a mix of a monkey, a rat, and a cat. With my brain and heart jumping like monkeys from one issue to another and my behaviour being that of a rat and cat, I am one of the most insane humans ever.

Someone, please make a biographical film of my life. It'll be worth watching; the movie will educate people as to How a human shouldn't live!

I am done with the revision part and decided to take a nap before I rehearse the dance.

Again, no sane human will rehearse for the culturals, happening two months later and that through during the time of exams.

Locking the diary in the cupboard, I laid on the bed with the toy beside me. This day felt pretty different, and the fact that I am out of the mental misery I had been suffering for almost a year elated me. This day has offered me the harmony I craved all along. I am going to mark this day on my calendar for sure.

Let all the members of Homo sapiens be happy and delighted, just as I am today, which also includes the guy who'll be tied to me for life.

Hey, the seventh of May, I will remember you for life.

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Hey peeps! Here's the seventh chapter. Kindly drop your much needed comments and feedback.

How's Tharangini? Adai mazhai maari veluthu vaangitala? *Laughs* I really want to know about her from you all.

Here on, writer Tharangini too is ready to torment you with love. Get ready to face the 'Dancer-Engineer-Cook-Writer' Tharangini! *grinning like a Cheshire cat.*

Happy Reading!

Take care. Tata.

Anbudan,
Mrinalini 💗