no because... the way that Mouni Roy is shooting a mystery film and here I am still trying to figure out where all my money disappeared in less than a week. like, ek din paycheck aata hai aur agle din khatam! groceries, bills—everything vanishes like my social life after college. kisi ko nahi pata, lekin mere sabse favorite mystery thriller bas yeh hai: "kahan gayi meri aakhri daulat?" ab toh ju...
बोलो यार, जब मेरे घर वाले पड़ोसियों के सामने मेरे बारे में बात करते हैं, तो मुझे सोचने पर मजबूर कर देते हैं कि वो मेरी असलियत जानते भी हैं या नहीं। हर बार जब वे ये कहते हैं कि मैं बहुत सफल हूँ, मेरा दिल जैसे धड़कना बंद कर देता है। मैं यहाँ संघर्ष कर रहा हूँ, खुद को इस ख्याली महल से निकालने की कोशिश कर रहा हूँ, जबकि उन्हें लगता है मैं हमेशा जीतता हूँ। अब जब मैं सुनता हूँ "ओ, तेरा बच्चा तो बहुत आगे ...
i honestly think my office is a science experiment. they just laid off half the team but somehow I now have to plan the next five years of strategy. and, oh, it’s also under the assumption that my three-day-old microwave leftovers are actually a balanced meal. as if doubling my workload will somehow help me manifest my true potential, meanwhile the only thing I can manifest is a panic attack over whether I remembered to mute my Zoom call again. at this point, I feel like a juggler in a circus of tasks, except all my balls are actually flaming and my only audience is an HR rep waiting for my mental breakdown.
i honestly think my office is a science experiment. they just laid off half the team but somehow I now have to plan the next five years of strategy. and, oh, it’s also under the assumption that my three-day-old microwave leftovers are actually a balanced meal. as if doubling my workload will somehow help me manifest my true potential, meanwhile the only thing I can manifest is a panic attack over whether I remembered to mute my Zoom call again. at this point, I feel like a juggler in a circus of tasks, except all my balls are actually flaming and my only audience is an HR rep waiting for my mental breakdown.
day 47 of scrolling through old texts because i can’t bring myself to delete them. just saw karishma kapoor flaunting those perfect 'bridgerton vibes' in that gown and all i can think is, when did my life become this boring? matlab, yaar, last week i wore mismatched socks just to feel something. hai na, i used to dream big, but now i feel lucky if i can get out of bed before noon. part of me think...