its not that i don't enjoy cooking, it's just that every time i open my pantry, i see expired spices while my cousin just posted about a cooking class in Italy. every day feels like an episode of a cooking show where i’m the one behind the camera. the only difference is, no one’s here to edit out my mistakes or my ramen noodle dinners. at this rate, i might just get my oven to finally appreciate m...
wait. sab log baatein kar rahe hain Annamalai ke baare mein, par main toh ghar pe baitha hoon. sirf ek phone call ki wajah se woh connection, woh choti si haasi bhool gaya. yaar, meri saari success ki baatein yahan kyun bekaar lag rahi hain, jab mere dost sirf names ke list ban gaye hain? humare dreams toh ud gaye. pehle sirf work-life balance tha, ab toh bas isolation hi hai. kaun samjhta hai kis...
last night, i watched my neighbor's anniversary party from my window. they had twinkling lights and laughter spilling into the street while i sat alone, contemplating what “party of one” looks like with a half-eaten pizza. the husband used to say he’s “so lucky” and “doing it better” than everyone. in that moment, seeing him spill red wine all over his new carpet felt like poetic justice. it’s funny how some people project success like a cologne while others cling to the smell of stale hope. i laughed out loud, hoping no one would hear. maybe life is a cosmic joke.
last night, i watched my neighbor's anniversary party from my window. they had twinkling lights and laughter spilling into the street while i sat alone, contemplating what “party of one” looks like with a half-eaten pizza. the husband used to say he’s “so lucky” and “doing it better” than everyone. in that moment, seeing him spill red wine all over his new carpet felt like poetic justice. it’s funny how some people project success like a cologne while others cling to the smell of stale hope. i laughed out loud, hoping no one would hear. maybe life is a cosmic joke.
i was scrolling through social media when i saw the news about ted danson being back for another season. it hit differently because i realized i had been scrolling past my own failures, too. the joy of his renewal felt hollow while my heart sank with the weight of my own unmet dreams. it's funny how we root for people who feel so far away, yet struggle to cheer ourselves on in our own lives. still...