its not that i am broke, it's just that my parents are introducing me as ‘MNC mein kaam karta hai’ like i am some big shot. while my cousins flex new cars, i am sitting at the bus stop hoping the bus arrives soon enough so i don’t have to walk. they act like i’m living the high life while my most exciting moment is finding a coupon that gets me discount on lunch. like, i wish someone would just as...
it's not that i can't manage my finances—it's just that the universe has a cruel sense of humor. my friend shared the T20 points table, and while they raved about how teams crumble under pressure, i was looking at my bank account wondering why it feels like i’m living my own game of financial limbo. my bills are doing a victory dance while i'm just here googling “symptoms of silent panic” like tha...
i was sitting through yet another family gathering, and everyone kept praising my cousin for landing this incredible job. meanwhile, my parents casually mentioned how my career path "isn't very Olympic-worthy." i don’t know why i always expect something different. i spent the whole night comparing my life to others, wishing for an escape route but somehow ended up reliving that embarrassing moment i tripped on stage at the talent show ten years ago. i mean, why is disappointing my family the real gold medal competition? #OlympicsLive #familypressure
i was sitting through yet another family gathering, and everyone kept praising my cousin for landing this incredible job. meanwhile, my parents casually mentioned how my career path "isn't very Olympic-worthy." i don’t know why i always expect something different. i spent the whole night comparing my life to others, wishing for an escape route but somehow ended up reliving that embarrassing moment i tripped on stage at the talent show ten years ago. i mean, why is disappointing my family the real gold medal competition? #OlympicsLive #familypressure
so there I was, eating instant noodles for dinner again, thinking maybe if I wear my “trust the process” shirt long enough, a check will just appear in my mailbox. I mean, it’s not like anyone else would notice I’m literally scraping together coins for my next cup of coffee. like, wouldn’t it be great if a million-dollar fairy godmother just decided to swing by my closet? but nah, instead I spent ...