i watched my coworkers huddle over my project like it was the last slice of cake at a funeral. they don’t know that every late night, every cup of cold coffee was fueled by the idea of proving my worth to a crowd that couldn't care less. i used to find solace in that work, until i realized my value had been tied to a desk that feels emptier every day. now i scroll through pictures of couples prete...
sometimes i feel like i’m living in a real-life version of a game show where the prize is approval from my family. every family gathering turns into an interrogation about my life, and meanwhile, i’ve forgotten how to even have a normal conversation. घर वाले समझते नहीं that all these “accomplishments” are just me trying to keep up with my siblings. it's exhausting trying to not disappoint them whi...
ever had that moment where your parents introduce you at a family gathering as "ye MNC mein kaam karti hai"? like, thanks for putting me on a pedestal while I'm just over here wearing yesterday's socks, scrolling through Instagram and wondering if i can manifest a better life like my online influencers? sometimes i just want to scream that my idea of "glam" is actually my 25k salary allowing me to live in a cozy flat full of plants that are definitely not thriving... what even is thriving anyway...
ever had that moment where your parents introduce you at a family gathering as "ye MNC mein kaam karti hai"? like, thanks for putting me on a pedestal while I'm just over here wearing yesterday's socks, scrolling through Instagram and wondering if i can manifest a better life like my online influencers? sometimes i just want to scream that my idea of "glam" is actually my 25k salary allowing me to live in a cozy flat full of plants that are definitely not thriving... what even is thriving anyway...
it's not that i care, it's just that after being left on read for three days, 'lol' feels like a punchline to a joke nobody wants to hear. meanwhile, i'm wrestling with my career and watching the world celebrate this Barbie film like it's the answer to every existential crisis. i just prepped a whole funeral outfit for my own ambition as i watch everyone cheer about plastic dreams while mine crumb...