i can feel the heat of the family gathering before i even step inside. everyone’s interrogating me about my life choices while comparing me to my cousin who is, of course, “so much more accomplished.” as the pressure builds, i wonder if they realize the weight of those expectations. i just wanted to grab a plate of chips, but now i’m stuck explaining why my major in historical pottery isn't as gre...
सरदार जी की शादी में सब शादी कर रहे हैं। लेकिन मैं तो अपने ख्वाबों की शादी भी नहीं कर सकता। दोस्त नए घर खरीद रहे हैं जबकि मैं पेंटिंग पेमेंट के लिए कागज़ पे कागज़ डाल रहा हूं। यहाँ पर सबको यह लग रहा है कि ज़िंदगी सही चल रही है और मेरे पास बिल जमा करने के लिए भी पैसा नहीं है। कभी-कभी सोचता हूं, मैं भी हंसी-खुशी दिखा दूं, लेकिन मैं घर की सर्दी में अपने हर रोज़ के अनुभवों की गर्मी छिपाने लगा हूँ। कोई...
so there I was, sitting in the break room, trying to enjoy my cheese danish when my manager casually drops that I'm supposed to train my replacement. like, wait a minute, nobody told me I was leaving. suddenly I’m spiraling. am I just a warm body in a seat? I should’ve known it was coming when they started to replace the coffee with that weird oat milk. did they think I wouldn’t notice? every day feels like a countdown to a job no one will care about when I'm gone. part of me wants to give the replacement my “best practices,” but let’s be real, they wont care either. I’m just a stopgap in this game. honestly, maybe I’ll just throw in a few terrible tips for good measure. like, if you open the window in the conference room, it smells like fear, trust me.
so there I was, sitting in the break room, trying to enjoy my cheese danish when my manager casually drops that I'm supposed to train my replacement. like, wait a minute, nobody told me I was leaving. suddenly I’m spiraling. am I just a warm body in a seat? I should’ve known it was coming when they started to replace the coffee with that weird oat milk. did they think I wouldn’t notice? every day feels like a countdown to a job no one will care about when I'm gone. part of me wants to give the replacement my “best practices,” but let’s be real, they wont care either. I’m just a stopgap in this game. honestly, maybe I’ll just throw in a few terrible tips for good measure. like, if you open the window in the conference room, it smells like fear, trust me.
it's three a.m. and i can’t stop thinking about how my cereal box is never empty enough. every time i pour a bowl, there's this same cheerios-shaped chaos floating in the milk. am i the only one who hears my family laughing under their breath, secretly convinced that i’m the one holding us all hostage with my pickiness? this stubborn habit of needing things just so makes me wonder if everyone is t...