Why does every family gathering turn into an Olympic sport of comparing kids? Like, I swear my aunt has a PowerPoint ready each time just to remind me that Sharma ji ka beta started a tech company at 21 while I’m still trying to figure out if I can call in sick on a Monday. Newsflash: I’m not going to marry someone just because they can recite the entire Bhagavad Gita at age five! Can we all just ...
I have a confession: I can’t tell if I'm just socially awkward or if my friends are secretly plotting to scare me into having more fun. I mean, last week they convinced me to go to a karaoke night, and I ended up singing “I Will Survive” like I was in a Broadway audition, while they either cheered or recorded me for blackmail. Honestly, I’d rather be home in my pajamas rewatching Friends for the 1...
Is it just me, or does every single person in my building suddenly know my business the moment I step outside? Like, if I go to the grocery store in pajamas, I can guarantee that by the time I'm back, Auntie next door will have already called my mom to express her concern for my life choices. Next time I see her, I might just tell her I’m training for a “Most Comfortable Homebody” competition. Because honestly, we need to normalize looking like a hot mess while just... existing.
Is it just me, or does every single person in my building suddenly know my business the moment I step outside? Like, if I go to the grocery store in pajamas, I can guarantee that by the time I'm back, Auntie next door will have already called my mom to express her concern for my life choices. Next time I see her, I might just tell her I’m training for a “Most Comfortable Homebody” competition. Because honestly, we need to normalize looking like a hot mess while just... existing.
I bought a fancy cookbook because I was feeling all adult and inspired, thinking I'd whip up gourmet meals like a pro. Spoiler alert: my first attempt at homemade pasta ended with me covered in flour, my cat looking like it just survived a snowstorm, and a kitchen so messy that I almost called in a SWAT team. Now I just heat up store-bought lasagna and convince my friends I'm “going for the rustic...