You ever have those moments at 3 AM where you question every life choice you ever made? Like, why did I think majoring in arts was a good idea when I struggle to color inside the lines? Honestly, I could've just opened a TikTok account and started selling my ‘unique’ workout routines. At this point, I'm convinced my true calling is to become a professional napper. Who needs a 401k when you can per...
Is it just me, or does every time we have a family gathering, there’s at least one relative who turns it into an interrogation session? Like, “When are you getting married?” “Why don’t you have a ‘real’ job?” and my personal favorite, “Have you heard about Sharma ji ka beta? He’s making six figures at 22!” Can we get a family group chat where we just agree to leave the life comparisons at the door...
I tried to get into cooking as a hobby, you know, like those influencers who make it look easy with their perfect lighting and all? Spoiler alert: my kitchen looked like a crime scene after my first attempt at making a simple pasta. Water everywhere, flour on the ceiling, and I somehow managed to burn the sauce while I was Googling “how to tell if garlic is still good.” Now, instead of honing my culinary skills, I’m just really good at ordering takeout and leaving sad, motivational notes to myself on the fridge. Can anyone else relate, or am I just a walking disaster?
I tried to get into cooking as a hobby, you know, like those influencers who make it look easy with their perfect lighting and all? Spoiler alert: my kitchen looked like a crime scene after my first attempt at making a simple pasta. Water everywhere, flour on the ceiling, and I somehow managed to burn the sauce while I was Googling “how to tell if garlic is still good.” Now, instead of honing my culinary skills, I’m just really good at ordering takeout and leaving sad, motivational notes to myself on the fridge. Can anyone else relate, or am I just a walking disaster?
I have a confession: I started cooking to impress my crush but ended up burning toast and nearly setting off the fire alarm. There I was, trying to look all suave with my “chef skills,” and instead, I just served him a plate of smoke and embarrassment. Now he thinks I'm secretly trying to start a cooking show… called "How Not to Cook." I guess the only thing I can impress him with is my ability to...