saw that maheep kapoor story and i couldn't help but think, matlab, yaar, even my social media posts are crying for attention like shanaya. i feel like those funny filters can't mask my real life—where the only party i'm throwing is a 'send help' party every weekend. my fridge is my only friend, and it keeps reminding me that groceries are not as glamorous as a tropical getaway. kyunki mai bhi cha...
it is 4am and my bathroom mirror reflects a version of myself that is tired of pretending. i look at all the little moments where i made myself smaller for others, the times i held back just to fit in. but here i am, realizing the biggest part of my day has been tiptoeing around people like i owe them an apology for existing. it’s like my spirit is doing backflips, and i'm just standing here tryin...
the way that my parents compare me to my cousin, who's out here having panic attacks while hitting every T20 century, makes me think they’ve secretly cursed me with ‘what are you doing with your life’ spells. i still cant afford a Netflix subscription, and im expected to rise like rinku singh? honestly, i’d be more successful at this point if i just trained my couch for the World Cup. #RinkuSingh #drama
the way that my parents compare me to my cousin, who's out here having panic attacks while hitting every T20 century, makes me think they’ve secretly cursed me with ‘what are you doing with your life’ spells. i still cant afford a Netflix subscription, and im expected to rise like rinku singh? honestly, i’d be more successful at this point if i just trained my couch for the World Cup. #RinkuSingh #drama
no because when my relatives ask why i’m not married yet, i swear i can hear their disappointment echoing in my mind. they praise my cousins for their “perfect lives” while i sit there, panicking over the fact that i can’t even maintain a plant. i feel like a letdown with every probing question, like they don't realize i’m already suffocating under the weight of expectations they laid down long be...