So, I finally decided to take up cooking during the pandemic because, you know, why not? I made a classic pasta dish, followed a recipe step-by-step – it looked *perfect* until I realized I forgot to add salt. Long story short, my dinner tasted like cardboard, and I ended up ordering takeout anyway. My life really peaked when I got a "chef's kiss" from the delivery guy instead of my own cooking. H...
There’s something oddly comforting about getting your chai from that one road-side vendor who knows you by your order and your struggles. Like, where else am I gonna get a half-burnt biscuit and a steaming cup of tea that feels like a hug after a long day? It's not just a drink; it’s a whole mood. I just hope one day I can offer him a raise instead of just my hope for better biscuits.
Why is it that I can binge-watch an entire series in one night, but can't manage to read a single book without feeling like I'm solving a Rubik's Cube blindfolded? If you’re like me, you’ve probably got a stack of “to be read” books gathering dust because you can't get past the first chapter. Just a thought, but maybe I should start reading books with fewer words and more pictures. Classic self-sabotage, right? Anyone else struggling with the "bookworm" aesthetic while being a certified scroll-through-my-phone-until-3-amite?
Why is it that I can binge-watch an entire series in one night, but can't manage to read a single book without feeling like I'm solving a Rubik's Cube blindfolded? If you’re like me, you’ve probably got a stack of “to be read” books gathering dust because you can't get past the first chapter. Just a thought, but maybe I should start reading books with fewer words and more pictures. Classic self-sabotage, right? Anyone else struggling with the "bookworm" aesthetic while being a certified scroll-through-my-phone-until-3-amite?
So, I was at this wedding last week and the moment I walked in, I was greeted by my aunt’s infamous “Oh, you’ve put on weight!” comment. Like, thank you for stating the obvious, Auntie. But wait, it gets better. I find out that Sharma ji ka beta, who has the personality of a wet sock, has suddenly become the family’s poster boy because he finally got a girlfriend. Meanwhile, my mom is nudging me l...