the way that relatives always ask if I have plans while my cousin just got a promotion and I’m still figuring out how to organize my sock drawer—yeah, super mature, I know. like the other day, I thought I had a solid plan to cook dinner but ended up burning microwave popcorn instead. now I’m the culinary equivalent of an exploded balloon—confetti everywhere but zero celebration. and then they wond...
it’s not that i don’t care about painting, it’s just that i can't remember the last time i picked up a brush for myself. every time i create, it’s about the people watching, the accolades, the validation, and i can hear them saying, "you’re so talented" when i really just feel... hollow. there’s an easel in my living room collecting dust, staring at me like a reminder that i traded my passion for ...
not gonna lie, yaar, every time i see news about the state bank of pakistan, it hits differently, matlab, people are crying foul over frozen accounts and i’m just here still wondering how my own savings feel like a permanent ghost town—so many contacts but no one to call when things go south, bhai, yaariyan ka to pata nahi, but isolation feels so heavy, like every promotion people discuss at reunions is a reminder that I’ve been stagnant since two thousand nineteen; everyone feels like strangers now—maybe that’s what adulting does, right? #StateBankOfPakistan #Loneliness
not gonna lie, yaar, every time i see news about the state bank of pakistan, it hits differently, matlab, people are crying foul over frozen accounts and i’m just here still wondering how my own savings feel like a permanent ghost town—so many contacts but no one to call when things go south, bhai, yaariyan ka to pata nahi, but isolation feels so heavy, like every promotion people discuss at reunions is a reminder that I’ve been stagnant since two thousand nineteen; everyone feels like strangers now—maybe that’s what adulting does, right? #StateBankOfPakistan #Loneliness
life feels like one big reality show sometimes, just filled with expectations and comparisons. family functions are basically interrogations—everyone’s like, “kya tumne abhi tak promotion nahi liya?” or “dekh lo, dekhiye mere cousin ki job!” and i’m here barely keeping my sanity intact. yaar, matlab samjho na, mujhe bhi toh struggles hain, but nobody sees beyond their own perfect picture. agar sir...