it's 3am and i'm spiraling over that time my aunt tried to teach me how to make a cake from scratch. picture this: a tiny kitchen, flour explosions, and my uncle yelling from the living room about the “great cake fiasco.” somehow, we ended up with a batter that looked more like paste. my aunt still claims she would have won the bake-off if I hadn't insisted we add peanut butter. yeah, nobody tells...
literally, every time i see the news about the prime minister of bangladesh, i remember when my life felt like it was getting a reset. jab unhone woh shaadi ki, maine socha tha ke mera bhi kuch ban jayega. but yaar, ab sab kuch udas lagta hai, aur main literally apne doston ko hi miss kar rahi hoon jo bas chhod gaye. feeling like an outsider in my own life, like all their couples’ happiness is rem...
it’s not that i’m bitter about being alone. it’s just that every time i see couples at family gatherings, i feel like i’ve brought a dish nobody asked for. like, i put in all this effort to cook up a love that nobody tasted. while i’m pretending to enjoy the chaos of family dysfunction, i realize i built my entire self around someone who vanished. now, the only leftovers are my doubts and the nagging question of whether anyone even notices i’m not the one sitting beside someone at dinner.
it’s not that i’m bitter about being alone. it’s just that every time i see couples at family gatherings, i feel like i’ve brought a dish nobody asked for. like, i put in all this effort to cook up a love that nobody tasted. while i’m pretending to enjoy the chaos of family dysfunction, i realize i built my entire self around someone who vanished. now, the only leftovers are my doubts and the nagging question of whether anyone even notices i’m not the one sitting beside someone at dinner.
everyone is obsessed with the lakers vs. mavericks, and here i am, sitting alone on my couch like the forgotten benchwarmer of love. i used to have someone who’d talk strategy with me while devouring popcorn and imagining our future. now i’m just analyzing other people’s relationships like they’re basketball plays. when did “single” turn into “awkward spectator” in my own life? i thought i was don...