Ever notice how every time you clean your room, you find those random items that make you question your life choices? Like, why do I have three half-burned candles, an expired coupon for a restaurant I don’t even like, and a sock that clearly belongs to a ghost? It’s like my room is just a museum of poor decisions and lost socks. Honestly, I think cleaning should come with a therapy session becaus...
You ever have those moments at 3 AM where you question every life choice you ever made? Like, why did I think majoring in arts was a good idea when I struggle to color inside the lines? Honestly, I could've just opened a TikTok account and started selling my ‘unique’ workout routines. At this point, I'm convinced my true calling is to become a professional napper. Who needs a 401k when you can per...
Is it just me, or does every time we have a family gathering, there’s at least one relative who turns it into an interrogation session? Like, “When are you getting married?” “Why don’t you have a ‘real’ job?” and my personal favorite, “Have you heard about Sharma ji ka beta? He’s making six figures at 22!” Can we get a family group chat where we just agree to leave the life comparisons at the door? Because honestly, I just came for the food, not the pressure cooker of expectations.
Is it just me, or does every time we have a family gathering, there’s at least one relative who turns it into an interrogation session? Like, “When are you getting married?” “Why don’t you have a ‘real’ job?” and my personal favorite, “Have you heard about Sharma ji ka beta? He’s making six figures at 22!” Can we get a family group chat where we just agree to leave the life comparisons at the door? Because honestly, I just came for the food, not the pressure cooker of expectations.
I tried to get into cooking as a hobby, you know, like those influencers who make it look easy with their perfect lighting and all? Spoiler alert: my kitchen looked like a crime scene after my first attempt at making a simple pasta. Water everywhere, flour on the ceiling, and I somehow managed to burn the sauce while I was Googling “how to tell if garlic is still good.” Now, instead of honing my c...