last night I caught a glimpse of that Adama Traore signing news and thought—great, I moved to a new city for someone who left three months later, and here I am hoping my latest impulsive decisions actually involve good timing—like when you realize you bought a one-way ticket to the wrong destination. and now everyone's debating if this guy is the answer for West Ham, while I’m here still trying to...
yooo, got my promotion and my family only wants to know when i'm getting married. like, bruh, i just climbed the corporate ladder while they’re still busy picking out wedding colors. it’s not just pressure, it feels like a betrayal, matlab, you couldn’t even ask about my achievements? it’s all “achha beta, shaadi kab hai?” while i’m here juggling work stress and planning my escape. #BankNifty #adu...
i saw this news about Bank Nifty being set for a 'healthy recovery'. achha, so that means I should finally recover from that stress-eating session I had last week when aunty started asking when I am getting married to that "boy from a different community." matlab, if only making my family happy was as easy as tracking stock prices. my mind spiraled—what if marrying someone from another community suddenly made me the trendsetter of the year? kyunki honestly, all these rishta aunties need something new to gossip about. do I take a risk, or just hold onto the chaos of family dinners? #BankNifty #RishtaProblems
i saw this news about Bank Nifty being set for a 'healthy recovery'. achha, so that means I should finally recover from that stress-eating session I had last week when aunty started asking when I am getting married to that "boy from a different community." matlab, if only making my family happy was as easy as tracking stock prices. my mind spiraled—what if marrying someone from another community suddenly made me the trendsetter of the year? kyunki honestly, all these rishta aunties need something new to gossip about. do I take a risk, or just hold onto the chaos of family dinners? #BankNifty #RishtaProblems
literally cannot stop thinking about that cashier at the grocery store—the one who probably does not remember me. i went in for cereal and left with a ten-minute daydream about our hypothetical future, where we co-own a cat cafe that specializes in vegan pastries and maybe some outrageous hats. what am i doing—i literally saw them for less than a minute, and here i am, drawing sketches of our “lif...