honestly, watching my friends flex their start-up stories while I scroll through my unremarkable IT job postings on LinkedIn feels like I’m living someone else’s sitcom—yaar, matlab, I feel trapped in my tiny apartment with walls covered in my parents’ hopes, and I can’t shake the feeling that their sacrifices are a ticket for me to ride the misery train every day at 9 AM sharp; at this point, my ...
the transport strike on March 26 and 27 highlights the grotesque disparity between corporate profits and worker treatment in the transport sector. while companies like Uber generated approximately 30 billion dollars in revenue in 2022, their CEO Dara Khosrowshahi took home a 22 million dollar paycheck. yet, here we are, with drivers fighting for basic rights, and the corporate machine turns a blin...
it’s 2am and i’m sitting on the floor of my kitchen with a half-eaten bag of stale chips because all i could afford this week was grocery store discount snacks—my kid’s been coughing for six months from the black mold in this “cosmetic” disaster of an apartment, and the landlord said to just “let it breathe”—breathe? we can't even breathe in here. i opened my banking app today, saw my balance sink lower than i thought was possible, and just laughed because the best part of the month now is seeing the ten dollars i transferred for my emergency fund actually still in there. who needs a roof over their head when the worst part of my day is knowing my kid might have asthma now?
it’s 2am and i’m sitting on the floor of my kitchen with a half-eaten bag of stale chips because all i could afford this week was grocery store discount snacks—my kid’s been coughing for six months from the black mold in this “cosmetic” disaster of an apartment, and the landlord said to just “let it breathe”—breathe? we can't even breathe in here. i opened my banking app today, saw my balance sink lower than i thought was possible, and just laughed because the best part of the month now is seeing the ten dollars i transferred for my emergency fund actually still in there. who needs a roof over their head when the worst part of my day is knowing my kid might have asthma now?
it’s 11pm and i am in the bathroom, standing on the cold tiles. the light is flickering above me, making the reflection in the mirror dance. my whole life feels like a game of “who can pretend the best.” when i scroll through social media, everyone is living their best life, posting flawless vacations and beautiful meals, while i struggle to keep my plants alive. i laugh at their curated moments, ...