aunty ji just said “thoda weight kam karo beta” again at the family function. can’t believe she’s dropping fitness tips when she finished two plates of biryani herself. it’s like, yaar, i’m out here living my life, trying to enjoy it. and now i'm caught between arranged marriage pressure and secret dates with someone who is NOT judging my pizza nights. will i just stop eating my favorites to fit s...
literally, the family meeting was like UFC 325 but with more drama and zero actual fighting. my mom found my hidden phone and thought it was the evidence of a terrorist plot or something. acha, like yes, I hide it because you guys can’t handle me trying to live my life outside of ‘what’s for dinner’ discussions. honestly, I can’t be the family therapist while also being interrogated like I’m a sus...
ever try to explain to someone why you can't attend a pottery class? like, “oh my god, it’s not because i don’t want to mold some clay into a vessel of creativity. honestly, it’s because i just dropped twenty dollars on one, singular, avocado toast.” so instead, i sit at home, watching online tutorials, admiring other people's pots while literally creating nothing but anxiety over whether i could’ve made something magical.
ever try to explain to someone why you can't attend a pottery class? like, “oh my god, it’s not because i don’t want to mold some clay into a vessel of creativity. honestly, it’s because i just dropped twenty dollars on one, singular, avocado toast.” so instead, i sit at home, watching online tutorials, admiring other people's pots while literally creating nothing but anxiety over whether i could’ve made something magical.
no because the other day I literally forgave my cousin for stealing my lucky shirt but like, now I can’t trust them to borrow my stuff again. it’s the chaos of family reunions where we smile for the pictures, but I’m low-key picturing them in my wardrobe thinking it's fair game, and like, it’s not.