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Confessions: no because my neighbors are so extra, bhai. last week, the aunty upstairs decide…

not gonna lie, my heart is stuck in this never-ending loop of paint fumes and self-doubt because I just spent 2000 rupees on that canvas. that was my rent budget for the week. I am not even sure if I can finish this painting or if it's going to look like a toddler's scribble. matlab, the canvas is screaming at me, and I am out here looking for inspiration while juggling the bills I still owe. at l...

Santy Sharma wants us to sympathize with Badshah over a song controversy, but it is a bit rich coming from a rapper who’s yet to break the ceiling of mediocrity while Badshah is pulling in 80 million dollars and still plays the victim. Seriously, if you think Badshah, a man who charges fans up to 1 crore for a single performance, understands rap culture while complaining about scrutiny, you need t...

no because my neighbors are so extra, bhai. last week, the aunty upstairs decided my dog barking was a “summoning” noise, yaar. so she gathered the whole society for a “possession intervention.” imagine a circle of middle-aged aunties in my living room like they are some spiritual task force instead of calling the vet. honestly, my only possession right now is the unpaid electricity bill looming over my head. matlab, can someone send the energy company an invite to this meeting instead?

no because my neighbors are so extra, bhai. last week, the aunty upstairs decided my dog barking was a “summoning” noise, yaar. so she gathered the whole society for a “possession intervention.” imagine a circle of middle-aged aunties in my living room like they are some spiritual task force instead of calling the vet. honestly, my only possession right now is the unpaid electricity bill looming over my head. matlab, can someone send the energy company an invite to this meeting instead?

is it weird that I spent three hours in a library going through old archives, literally searching for anything that might make me feel something, and ended up leaving with just a stack of forgotten love letters from the 1940s, imagining the lives of strangers while mine felt so empty and unremarkable?