FlipRock is a short-form comedy podcast built on a simple idea: take one ordinary “what if” and gently flip it into something playful, surprising, and kind. Each episode runs for about ten minutes. Short enough for a commute, a walk, bedtime, or a quick reset between serious moments. Every episode
If you ever hear gentle squeaking mixed with ringtone previews, follow the sound. That’s how you’ll find The ZANABIA Phone Shop, owned and proudly operated by Mr. Tok, the only hamster-head entrepreneur in town who runs a phone store like a tea ceremony. Mr. Tok is small, round,
We live in an age of constant stimulation. Notifications, opinions, deadlines, screens, and endless information compete for our attention every waking moment. In such a world, silence alone is often not enough. The mind does not settle just because we tell it to “be quiet.” This is where Chantism becomes
(Tamil text follows the traditional Srirangam recitational flow used in devotional contexts; minor textual variants may exist across manuscripts.) உன்னை நினைத்த நினைவே என் நெஞ்சத்தை ஆளியது உன் நாமம் கேட்ட கணமே என் சோர்வு விலகியது அன்
Q1. What exactly is ZANABIA? ZANABIA is a place in the world and also a world of its own. It is simple enough to be called just ZANABIA, yet potent enough to be experienced as a universe. It exists both as a location and as an expanding realm of imagination.
Comic Con had ended, but its echo still followed Ms Snailhead. The crown was no longer on her head. The cheers had settled back into ordinary Zanabian chatter. Yet something about her carried forward—an unmissable calm confidence, the kind that doesn’t need a stage. At the Woolybay Café,
Doon Maphraw heard the footsteps before he saw the smile. Uncle Blenchy always walked with a certain rhythm—half confidence, half kindness—and Doon knew it instantly. He ran down the wide stone steps of the Maphraw mansion, coconut head gleaming in the afternoon sun, linen suit slightly rumpled with
ZANABIA
Meet one of ZANABIA’s most quietly admired households—the Maphraws.
ZANABIA does that thing again—goes quiet in a very loud way. Three frog heads, impeccably dressed like presidents between summits, sit calmly at the Woolybay Café, sipping cacao as if this is the most ordinary afternoon of their lives. With them sits a new lady—half lioness mane, half
(Tamil text follows the traditional Srirangam recitational flow used in devotional contexts; minor textual variants may exist across manuscripts.) உன்னை நினைத்த நினைவால் என் நெஞ்சம் இனிதாயிற்று உன் நாமம் சொல்லும் போதே என் நாள்
Comic Con ZANABIA does not end with fireworks or announcements. It ends the way all good things here do—quietly, correctly, and with full hearts. As costumes are folded, crowns are placed gently on shelves, and capes return to being curtains, Zanabia exhales. What remains is not the spectacle, but
(Tamil text follows the traditional Srirangam recitational flow used in devotional contexts; minor textual variants may exist across manuscripts.) உன்னை நினைத்த கணமே என் உயிர் இனிதானது உன் நாமம் கேட்ட கணமே என் சுமை குறைந்தது அன்பு என்னு