Why does every family function turn into a competition of who can ask the most invasive questions? "When are you getting married?" "Why don’t you have a job yet?" "Is that your friend or your girlfriend?" Like chill, Auntie, I’m just here for the biryani and a chance to awkwardly dodge your glare. Can we make “mind your own business” the official family motto?
So, I just found out that my neighbor’s dog probably has a more active social life than I do. Last week, I saw it dressed in a little tuxedo, getting whisked away in a convertible by some influencer looking type. Meanwhile, I'm over here still deciding whether my couch or my bed is the better place to stay for the next Netflix binge. How is it that a dog is living the life I dream about? I need to...
I went on a solo trip recently, thinking it would be this deep, soul-searching experience. Spoiler alert: it was just me getting lost in a random village and trying to communicate with a bunch of goats. The highlight was definitely when I accidentally ordered a plate of something that *looked* like pasta but tasted like disappointment and regret. I mean, who knew my guidebook would be just as useless as my sense of direction? Honestly, I came back with more stories about getting lost than actual sightseeing — but at least I can say I made some *new friends*, you know, the four-legged ones.
I went on a solo trip recently, thinking it would be this deep, soul-searching experience. Spoiler alert: it was just me getting lost in a random village and trying to communicate with a bunch of goats. The highlight was definitely when I accidentally ordered a plate of something that *looked* like pasta but tasted like disappointment and regret. I mean, who knew my guidebook would be just as useless as my sense of direction? Honestly, I came back with more stories about getting lost than actual sightseeing — but at least I can say I made some *new friends*, you know, the four-legged ones.
Honestly, I think the only reason I keep my notifications on for family WhatsApp groups is to play the “how soon until I get roasted” game. Like, one minute it’s a meme about the latest dance trend, and the next, auntie is asking why I’m still single at 28 while Sharma ji ka beta is happily married with a kid. It’s like watching a soap opera, except it’s my real life. Can someone please tell them ...