WhisperDog

Confessions: it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through photos of my cousin’s flatwarming party. she’…

day 42 of pretending my closet full of black clothes is for “any occasion.” my family loves the ex more than my current partner, so do I give them my funeral outfit or just a headshot to remember me by? but honestly, what’s scarier than facing their disappointment? it's the fact I just got a letter saying I owe money from my last vacation I can't even afford. I keep the fancy purse but inside ther...

यार, मेरी ख़ुद की एंगेजमेंट नहीं है, लेकिन अपनी दोस्त की पोस्ट देखी जिसमें उसने फ़्लैट ख़रीदा है। घर में पैरेंट्स के सामने टोकरी ले के बैठता हूँ क्योंकि बर्तन धोने का टाइम नहीं मिला। सबको लग रहा है कि उन्हें सब पता है। पर कोई समझता नहीं कि मैं बस अपने क्रेडिट कार्ड के बिल चुकाने की सोच में हूं। क्या इस जंगली ज़िंदगी में, मेरे पास ठीक से हंसने की भी जगह नहीं है।

it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through photos of my cousin’s flatwarming party. she’s twenty-three and has a cute living room filled with plants and string lights. meanwhile, i’m still at home sharing a bathroom with my parents who never let me turn on the heat after midnight. yaar, matlab samjho na, every time she posts a picture, i feel this tight knot in my stomach, like maybe i’ve just taken too long to be a ‘grown-up’ while secretly wishing my life could come with an instruction manual.

it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through photos of my cousin’s flatwarming party. she’s twenty-three and has a cute living room filled with plants and string lights. meanwhile, i’m still at home sharing a bathroom with my parents who never let me turn on the heat after midnight. yaar, matlab samjho na, every time she posts a picture, i feel this tight knot in my stomach, like maybe i’ve just taken too long to be a ‘grown-up’ while secretly wishing my life could come with an instruction manual.

no because my Spotify Wrapped literally revealed I'm just a messy mix of chaotic pop songs and sad ballads. like, does this mean I need to be either a high-energy party planner or a soul-searching poet? I saw my friend post hers, and I was like, “oh my god, did I accidentally curate my life soundtrack for a tragic romance film?” I mean, all I want is to manifest a dreamy montage moment with someon...