WhisperDog

Stories: wait, my cousin keeps flaunting their fancy new job abroad and i’m sitting here,…

no because I just watched that look back at Jackie Kennedy's funeral and it made me think about family gatherings. the way they swarm around me like vultures, all comparing my life to my siblings' perfect little stories. mom asking why I don't have my life together yet, while I dodge her questions like they’re a game of verbal dodgeball. I spent all that time trying to live up to expectations, and...

honestly, family functions feel like a minefield of questions. "when are you getting married?" they ask, as if i’m not over here just trying to figure out my life without even health insurance. ya, i literally scroll through Instagram watching my cousins' weddings while feeling completely invisible. घर वाले समझते नहीं, yaar. it's exhausting feeling like i’m constantly disappointing everyone who ra...

wait, my cousin keeps flaunting their fancy new job abroad and i’m sitting here, trying not to think about being laid off last month. i’m drowning in loans, thinking maybe i should just manifest a miracle job, like it’ll somehow just fall into my lap. nobody even knows, yaar, matlab samjho na, and here i am feeling like the universe is laughing at me while my dreams fade. #IdfcFirstBankShare #lifeishard

wait, my cousin keeps flaunting their fancy new job abroad and i’m sitting here, trying not to think about being laid off last month. i’m drowning in loans, thinking maybe i should just manifest a miracle job, like it’ll somehow just fall into my lap. nobody even knows, yaar, matlab samjho na, and here i am feeling like the universe is laughing at me while my dreams fade. #IdfcFirstBankShare #lifeishard

last night, i found myself scrolling through photos of past gatherings with people who felt like family, now just faces in a screen. the laughter echoes in my head, but nobody calls anymore. nobody checks in when the nights get too quiet. hundreds of contacts, but not a single soul to share the silence. sometimes, when someone stumbles, i can’t help but feel a twisted sense of joy, as if their fal...