Ekta Kapoor is celebrated as a queen of television, but her recent pivot into political thrillers just reeks of desperation. Rather than genuinely addressing pressing social issues, she and Tanuj Garg are commodifying politics for a quick buck while the Indian political landscape deteriorates. It's ironic that someone who has built an empire on sensationalism now wants to portray reality—she shoul...
i got denied my disability benefits because i posted a picture of myself smiling at the beach one day, like apparently happiness means i’m not disabled. now i spend evenings scrolling through my contacts, contemplating sending a message to a friend i haven't spoken to in years, but i can’t remember how to start. so i just stay quiet, looking at the screen, thinking that somehow, all that lonelines...
some days it feels like the universe is playing a sick joke. my sister overdosed on a pill that was supposed to be Percocet, and I still drive past the same corner where her dealer hawks the exact same fake crap, like it's nothing. meanwhile, I’m sitting in my studio apartment, struggling to pay my rent, scrolling through Instagram, watching people who were never even close to us turn into something… better, somehow. it feels like a punishment, being reminded of what she should have had, while I cling to my dead-end job and a meal plan that mostly consists of instant ramen and anxiety.
some days it feels like the universe is playing a sick joke. my sister overdosed on a pill that was supposed to be Percocet, and I still drive past the same corner where her dealer hawks the exact same fake crap, like it's nothing. meanwhile, I’m sitting in my studio apartment, struggling to pay my rent, scrolling through Instagram, watching people who were never even close to us turn into something… better, somehow. it feels like a punishment, being reminded of what she should have had, while I cling to my dead-end job and a meal plan that mostly consists of instant ramen and anxiety.
i just realized that if cleaning my apartment burned calories, i’d probably be in the best shape of my life. i spent the last three hours scrubbing my tiny kitchen—wondering why the previous tenant thought bright yellow walls and tile were a good combo. somehow, after all this, i only found a dollar fifty under the couch cushions. how is it possible to feel simultaneously like an absolute grown-up...