Stories: it's not that i care about cricket scores, it's just—i typed a passionate essay …

last night, I looked in the mirror and for a second, I literally thought my parents were staring back at me. you know, like those family photos where everyone pretends to be having fun, but inside it’s just existential dread. I start daydreaming about becoming a successful director like rahul sankrityan, but instead, I’m over here barely remembering to wash my hair. can you imagine my mom’s disapp...

my toxic coworker just got promoted, and now they're my boss. i honestly didn't think life could be more unbearable until i read about that Bangladesh U-19 match while pretending to do actual work. here i am, contemplating my existence and comparing my pain to an entire cricket game. like, at least those players get to leave the field, but i’m stuck watching this catastrophe unfold day by day. gue...

honestly, just caught myself rehearsing a text to decline an invitation because i can’t afford a third cup of overpriced tea this week. i mean, how do you casually say “sorry, can’t make it, i’m literally on a budget of one instant ramen per day?” did i almost type “my cat ate my phone charger” instead? i definitely almost went with that, but my cat does not exist. why do i do this to myself? #bro...