sitting in my cramped studio apartment, sipping from my third glass of cheap wine, I keep scrolling through my friends' vacation pics while I try to ignore the damp smell from the mold on the wall and just wonder how they all seem to be thriving with their fancy jobs and houses, meanwhile I can barely make rent with my part time gig and a bottle of wine feels like the only comfort after another da...
i sometimes wonder if people here think i am invisible. like, they look at me but they don't see me, and it makes me regret ever leaving home even if that home felt like a cage.
after three interviews that went better than my last date, i get ghosted by recruiters like i'm auditioning for a horror movie but nobody sent me the script— and meanwhile, my master's degree is probably just collecting dust like it's preparing for a new career as a paperweight while i apply to jobs like it's an Olympic sport and i somehow got stuck in the wrong category.
after three interviews that went better than my last date, i get ghosted by recruiters like i'm auditioning for a horror movie but nobody sent me the script— and meanwhile, my master's degree is probably just collecting dust like it's preparing for a new career as a paperweight while i apply to jobs like it's an Olympic sport and i somehow got stuck in the wrong category.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि शादी के तीन महीने बाद जब पति के पास गैंबलिंग की आदत है, तो adjusting से ज़्यादा एक अच्छी escape plan की ज़रूरत है.