the way that everyone celebrates mahashivratri like it's a miracle cure while i'm here praying for just enough hours in the week to justify my coffee habit and avoid the mountain of credit card debt hidden in my wallet. meanwhile, my boss thinks i’m the ideal employee, but really, i just perfected the art of faking joy in meetings, while internally begging the universe for a side hustle that doesn...
it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through social media. every post screams success. new houses, shiny cars, and travel photos while i'm still trying to figure out if i can afford to buy groceries this week. yaaar, matlab samjho na, everyone seems to be racing ahead, and i feel stuck at the start line, caught between pressure from my family to settle down and the reality of crushing debt. that's the momen...
—so I told them I couldn't come out because I was "preparing for a deep-clean of my life." It sounds profound, right? In reality, I was sitting in my living room—staring at the ceiling, trying to muster the motivation to wash the pile of dishes that's officially developed a personality.
—so I told them I couldn't come out because I was "preparing for a deep-clean of my life." It sounds profound, right? In reality, I was sitting in my living room—staring at the ceiling, trying to muster the motivation to wash the pile of dishes that's officially developed a personality.
ok but does anyone else feel like family gatherings are just glorified job interviews? i sit there while my cousins brag about their promotions, and all i can think about is how i barely got out of bed last week. the questions just keep coming: "when are you going to settle down?" and "why aren't you more like your sibling?" each one feels like a jab, and suddenly i am screaming in my head. i know...