just realized how much i overshare. went to a meeting, and somehow turned cybersecurity tips into a twenty-minute monologue about my history with forgetting passwords. people looked at me like i was performing a one-person show titled "my password struggles: the tragicomedy." it ended with me revealing my email security questions, which include my favorite childhood toy and my mother's maiden name...
the way that every time i think about the beginning of Ramadan in 2026, it reminds me of the emptiness i feel every year when family gatherings go silent, and i remember the last time we were all together—the last time someone even noticed me across the table, really saw me—i got left on read for days just like that; the anticipation of something holy always ends up making me confront the ordinary...
wait, yaar, I finally decided to pick up painting again after years of feeling like my creativity was buried under a mountain of corporate nonsense. matlab, everyone thinks I’m just this desi professional crushing it at my nine-to-five, but really I’m sitting there with a paintbrush, trying to escape the bleakness of office life. sometimes I wonder if I should have pursued art instead, but here I am, calculating how to survive till the end of the month. hai na, I just want to create something beautiful in a world filled with toxicity. #CybersecurityTips #ArtTherapy
wait, yaar, I finally decided to pick up painting again after years of feeling like my creativity was buried under a mountain of corporate nonsense. matlab, everyone thinks I’m just this desi professional crushing it at my nine-to-five, but really I’m sitting there with a paintbrush, trying to escape the bleakness of office life. sometimes I wonder if I should have pursued art instead, but here I am, calculating how to survive till the end of the month. hai na, I just want to create something beautiful in a world filled with toxicity. #CybersecurityTips #ArtTherapy
the way that dhurandhar movie news came out has me feeling some type of way. like, here i am scrolling through perfect posts, yaar, but in reality, nobody knows i got laid off. friends becoming strangers is real. matlab, hundreds of followers, but when i’m down, it’s like a black hole of silence. missed connections and forgotten calls. and seeing someone like Nagarjuna turning down a role feels fa...