not gonna lie, the most humiliating moment of my life happened at the laundromat. i was folding clothes and lowkey felt like a model in a detergent commercial, all smiley and putting away fresh, clean socks. then, without checking, i sent a photo of my ‘laundry success’ to my mother instead of my best friend, captioned 'adulting level: expert.' she responded with 'i thought you were too depressed ...
it’s funny how life can feel like one of those travel mugs you forget to close. i spent months preparing for my baby. nursery done, little outfits washed, the car seat just sitting there, quietly judging me. now every time i get in my car, i feel like it’s that awkward moment at a party where nobody knows who should leave first. do i just take it out? am i supposed to ask it for an explanation too...
not gonna lie, i’ve developed a bizarre obsession with collecting random postcards from thrift stores. like, who sends postcards these days, right? last week, i bought one from some random 1990s beach resort. it’s a cringe moment waiting to happen when i realized i sent a picture of it to my boss instead of my best friend, with the caption, “wanna move here?” and he replies, “you need to get your head in the game for work.” like, yaar, nobody talks about the weird social anxiety of sending personal stuff to the wrong people in this digital age. matlab, maybe that’s just my sign to chill with the postcard hobby.
not gonna lie, i’ve developed a bizarre obsession with collecting random postcards from thrift stores. like, who sends postcards these days, right? last week, i bought one from some random 1990s beach resort. it’s a cringe moment waiting to happen when i realized i sent a picture of it to my boss instead of my best friend, with the caption, “wanna move here?” and he replies, “you need to get your head in the game for work.” like, yaar, nobody talks about the weird social anxiety of sending personal stuff to the wrong people in this digital age. matlab, maybe that’s just my sign to chill with the postcard hobby.
day 47 of trying to help my brother. he is chained to a bed because they think it is possession. our neighbors whisper, "acha nahi hai" as they look at my family with pity. i checked my account today and realized that even a bus fare to the city for a proper doctor is a luxury now. the baba’s treatment is all we can afford, but they don’t see the pain behind it. घर वाले समझते नहीं, और मेरी पूरी जि...