i just saw the Ranji Trophy news and my brain immediately thought about how my cousin is living his best life abroad, while i’m drowning in engineering textbooks and loans, barely able to keep my head above water. yaar, it feels like everyone is chasing their dreams, but mine are just more like an endless cycle of lectures and exams. the only trophy i ever chase is passing my next semester. can i ...
so there i was, literally practicing a breakup speech in my bathroom mirror because why not, right? as i'm listing all my ex’s failures, i suddenly get a text from my ‘best friend’ asking for a favor—like, i'm sorry, is this a group project and nobody told me? i thought we were in a toxic reality show about using each other, but honestly, they get a gold medal for sliding into my life like a downh...
have you ever seen someone post about their 6,000 square foot home while you're stuck in a one-bedroom with questionable plumbing? it’s like, I genuinely want to cheer them on, but I can't stop comparing my life to their highlight reel. friends flaunting brand new cars while I can't even replace that lightbulb in my bathroom. sometimes I catch myself thinking, “maybe a sudden windfall will drop into my life… or I'll find a hidden treasure in my attic," and then I remember… I don't even have an attic.
have you ever seen someone post about their 6,000 square foot home while you're stuck in a one-bedroom with questionable plumbing? it’s like, I genuinely want to cheer them on, but I can't stop comparing my life to their highlight reel. friends flaunting brand new cars while I can't even replace that lightbulb in my bathroom. sometimes I catch myself thinking, “maybe a sudden windfall will drop into my life… or I'll find a hidden treasure in my attic," and then I remember… I don't even have an attic.
it's not that—it's just that my camera roll is basically an episode of "what not to do" when you find yourself stressing over postal ballots. the moment I saw the election commission news, my mind instantly flashed to that video of me practicing my signature—over and over—hoping the mail wouldn’t get lost in a black hole of bureaucracy. I’m out here panicking like I've committed an international c...