sometimes, I think my family believes I can magically transform into my cousin, the doctor, just because we share a last name. every family gathering is like a subtle interrogation, with smiles on their faces but knives in their words. meanwhile, I am harboring this secret—my unique talent for folding fitted sheets—and no one has any idea. I guess it’s just easier to let them think I am the disapp...
kuch samajh nahi aata yaar, ali amin gandapur ke bare mein dekh ke bas sochta hoon ki unhe toh sab kuch mil raha hai, aur main yahan apne ghar wale ke expectation se tang aa chuka hoon. हर बार family gathering में यही सवाल, "तू क्या कर रहा है?" जवाब नहीं है, सिवाए यही कहने के कि मैं ठीक हूं। कभी कभी लगता है कि मैं ये disappointments झेलते झेलते खुद को खो रहा हूँ, लोग देखते हैं social media पर लग र...
it's 2am and i'm thinking about how my mom casually dropped the "when are you having kids?" bomb again, while sipping on my overpriced craft soda at a family reunion. my cousins are parading around with their babies, and i'm just over here wondering if barista energy counts as a valid dating strategy—because it really should, right? last week, one cousin told me how easy parenting is and i wanted to ask how she felt about diaper explosions and sleepless nights; does she ever sit alone questioning all her choices? maybe i’m just meant to be the aunt who steals the show with wild stories about espresso art and flirting with cute people behind the counter, all while quietly avoiding the “you’re not getting any younger” commentary that hangs thick in the air. should i start telling them i’m bu...
it's 2am and i'm thinking about how my mom casually dropped the "when are you having kids?" bomb again, while sipping on my overpriced craft soda at a family reunion. my cousins are parading around with their babies, and i'm just over here wondering if barista energy counts as a valid dating strategy—because it really should, right? last week, one cousin told me how easy parenting is and i wanted to ask how she felt about diaper explosions and sleepless nights; does she ever sit alone questioning all her choices? maybe i’m just meant to be the aunt who steals the show with wild stories about espresso art and flirting with cute people behind the counter, all while quietly avoiding the “you’re not getting any younger” commentary that hangs thick in the air. should i start telling them i’m bu...
ok but what if I told you I bought a ridiculously expensive smoothie maker just to pretend I'm living the wellness life? I squeeze my bills into my drawer like they're secrets, convincing myself no one can hear them scream. Friends ask me how I go out all the time, but honestly, I’m just a master at making “it's on sale” look like a hobby. Turns out my idea of thriving is just excellent deception ...