last night, I was scrolling through old family photos—my cousin living her best life, another sibling climbing the corporate ladder, and there I was, stuck in this cycle of studying and debt—like why does success come so easy for them? I can almost hear my parents whispering at the next gathering—“why can’t you be more like them?” but the truth is—nobody sees how much I struggle. yaar, matlab samj...
ever noticed how family gatherings turn into interrogations? like my relatives are auditioning for an episode of a soap opera where everyone is wildly overdramatic—“when will you settle down?” “your cousin is in real estate now, you know.” as if I can just magically conjure success like my aunt does with her bizarre collection of porcelain cats—it’s exhausting. and then there's that weird uncle wh...
just realized my manager scheduled a "quick chat" at 4 pm on a friday, which is the universe's way of telling me that my mid-week emotional breakdown about the color of the company’s new coffee mugs was too loud. last time I tried to “prepare” for a meeting like this, I ended up accidentally presenting an entire PowerPoint on the cultural significance of snacks in the workplace. who knew “free popcorn” could get me so fired up?
just realized my manager scheduled a "quick chat" at 4 pm on a friday, which is the universe's way of telling me that my mid-week emotional breakdown about the color of the company’s new coffee mugs was too loud. last time I tried to “prepare” for a meeting like this, I ended up accidentally presenting an entire PowerPoint on the cultural significance of snacks in the workplace. who knew “free popcorn” could get me so fired up?
it's day 47 of scrolling through Instagram, pretending my life is as glamorous as kareena kapoor's. while my relatives analyze my every move at family gatherings—questioning my single status like it's a full-time job—i'm still battling the internal mess that nobody sees. yaar, matlab samjho na, when they compare me to my successful cousins, it feels like i’m not just disappointing them; i’m failin...