Why does every family WhatsApp group feel like a never-ending reality show? Like, Auntie Aarti thinks she's the queen of meme sharing, while Uncle Vikram sends 100 “good morning” messages before anyone even wakes up. And God forbid you don’t respond immediately; then it’s a full-on investigation by cousin Priya. I didn’t sign up for this drama! If I wanted to be interrogated, I’d just go to a fami...
I’m convinced that the only reason our parents have WhatsApp is to send us news articles that are at least a decade old and that they're certain we’ll find life-changing. Like, "Look at this article about how to save money from 2012!" I love how they act like it’s some groundbreaking discovery, while I’m over here just trying to convince them to learn how to use emojis. And are they sending me the...
Why does every time I try to cook, it feels like a scene from a reality cooking show gone horribly wrong? Like, how hard can boiling pasta really be? Apparently, I can burn water. And let’s not even talk about my attempts at following TikTok recipes. I think I’m just destined to be a takeout aficionado. Who else is with me in this culinary catastrophe?
Why does every time I try to cook, it feels like a scene from a reality cooking show gone horribly wrong? Like, how hard can boiling pasta really be? Apparently, I can burn water. And let’s not even talk about my attempts at following TikTok recipes. I think I’m just destined to be a takeout aficionado. Who else is with me in this culinary catastrophe?
I have a confession: I started reading self-help books to find some kind of enlightenment and ended up just using them to procrastinate my actual life decisions. Who knew "The Power of Now" would just end up being my excuse for not doing laundry? Also, can we talk about how every "great read" is like 200 pages of common sense sprinkled with a few inspirational quotes? I swear, the last one I read ...