I literally just spent an entire afternoon cleaning my room, only to stumble across a pizza box I somehow forgot was under my bed. I mean, who am I even fooling here? I thought I was organizing my life, but really I just created a shrine to my procrastination skills. At this point, my future self might need therapy for the trauma of having to deal with past-me’s messes. Anyone else have a secret r...
I’m convinced that giving advice is just a fancy way of saying, “I have no idea what I’m talking about but here’s my opinion anyway.” Like, who decided that unsolicited life tips from a person with their own drama are worth listening to? It’s like asking a cat how to train a dog. But here I am, giving my two cents on relationships when I can’t even keep my houseplants alive. My therapist must be r...
I swear, every time I go to a wedding, I feel like I've walked into an episode of a reality show where everyone's competing for the "Best Desi Relative” award. Like, can we talk about my aunt who thinks it's normal to ask if I’ve found a husband yet while I’m literally trying to enjoy my third plate of biryani? And let’s not even get started on the uncle who won’t stop comparing my life to "Sharma ji ka beta"—as if I’m not already questioning my entire existence while wearing this ridiculous outfit. Honestly, I left the last wedding wanting to start a support group for everyone who's been forced to dance in front of relatives while pretending they don’t want to die from embarrassment. Anyone else feel me?
I swear, every time I go to a wedding, I feel like I've walked into an episode of a reality show where everyone's competing for the "Best Desi Relative” award. Like, can we talk about my aunt who thinks it's normal to ask if I’ve found a husband yet while I’m literally trying to enjoy my third plate of biryani? And let’s not even get started on the uncle who won’t stop comparing my life to "Sharma ji ka beta"—as if I’m not already questioning my entire existence while wearing this ridiculous outfit. Honestly, I left the last wedding wanting to start a support group for everyone who's been forced to dance in front of relatives while pretending they don’t want to die from embarrassment. Anyone else feel me?
You ever just think about how we all pretend to have our lives together while secretly Googling “how to adult”? Like, I’m out here trying to balance work, eat healthy, and maintain some semblance of a social life, but my biggest achievement this week was avoiding human contact for two whole days. Sometimes I feel like the universe is just watching me fumble around like, “Yeah, this one’s definitel...