i saw India won against South Africa in the T20 World Cup and everyone is buzzing about it. but here i am, scrolling through my feed with a couple of hundred 'friends' who wouldn't even text me back if i said i was feeling low. it hits different when you realize the only things people are sharing are match highlights, while your life feels like a series of warm-up games that keep getting canceled....
so, i just found out that this company i used to idolize is going under. like, really under. and here i am, sitting alone on my floor, eating instant noodles and wondering if i should have chased the dream job instead of settling for safety. somehow, in losing them, i feel like i've lost a part of myself too, like my entire plan was just built on a crumbling facade. now, as everything collapses, i...
it's not that i don't want to get married—it's just that when i look at my savings, it feels like planning a wedding means planning a trip to a distant planet. yaar, matlab samjho na, i just found out that my friend is earning double what i do, but we both live in the same neighborhood and eat the same instant noodles. and everyone thinks i'm doing fine, like everything is okay—when really, i’m avoiding calls from those bill collectors and pretending my credit card doesn't exist. so, here i am, calculating if i can afford this marriage thing without drowning in debt for a decade... when my parents still believe that poverty is a choice and depression is just drama energy. what if... my partner thinks we can really live this life happily ever after—while i'm hiding the reality of my wallet?...
it's not that i don't want to get married—it's just that when i look at my savings, it feels like planning a wedding means planning a trip to a distant planet. yaar, matlab samjho na, i just found out that my friend is earning double what i do, but we both live in the same neighborhood and eat the same instant noodles. and everyone thinks i'm doing fine, like everything is okay—when really, i’m avoiding calls from those bill collectors and pretending my credit card doesn't exist. so, here i am, calculating if i can afford this marriage thing without drowning in debt for a decade... when my parents still believe that poverty is a choice and depression is just drama energy. what if... my partner thinks we can really live this life happily ever after—while i'm hiding the reality of my wallet?...
just realized at the reunion that while everyone was flaunting their promotions, i was literally pretending to drink sparkling water when it was just tap, and then awkwardly mentioned my “daily grind” which has been scrolling through memes since 2019. meanwhile, all i could think about was that i’ve made more strategic moves in Candy Crush than my actual career. like, why can’t i just get signed b...