day 47 of pretending to be proud of my ‘stable’ job while everyone around me shares their success stories online. yaar, matlab, my parents always introduce me as 'MNC mein kaam karta hai' like that defines my worth. meanwhile, cousin bhai got into acting and suddenly he's a superstar. ghar walon ko pata nahi, but their questions during family gatherings feel like a cross-examination. nobody sees t...
i have over a hundred pictures of my feet—like, not even artistic ones. just my toes, sprawled out on random carpets, and occasionally paired with snacks, like chips or a melted popsicle, because apparently that’s my version of a life well-lived. it’s not a foot fetish, it’s just—uh, documenting my unsteady quest for pedicure perfection while I simultaneously wish my life was more interesting. my ...
not gonna lie, i spent half an hour debating whether to text a former coworker. i miss how we could shoot the breeze about life, but now it feels weird to reach out. i scroll through my contacts, and it hits me—i have dozens of names but nobody who knows the me that hides behind the small talk. even celebrities online feel closer than the real connections that slipped away. it’s all so absurd, honestly.
not gonna lie, i spent half an hour debating whether to text a former coworker. i miss how we could shoot the breeze about life, but now it feels weird to reach out. i scroll through my contacts, and it hits me—i have dozens of names but nobody who knows the me that hides behind the small talk. even celebrities online feel closer than the real connections that slipped away. it’s all so absurd, honestly.
saw that sorana cîrstea won the tournament and it made me realize how many chances i’ve missed in my own life — there i was, practicing guitar in my bedroom, the sound of my own strings feeling like a desperate cry into a void where nobody heard me play, while she was out there getting applause, winning, and proving that hard work does pay off, and here i am still afraid to post my own music onlin...