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India to Canada : On this day 4 years ago..
Dear Reader, I know it’s been a long time since I posted anything, and I AM SORRY, OKAY? Life has been, let’s just say, a bit of a downward spiral lately. Between work, weather, and wondering what I’m doing with my life, I kind of disappeared for a while. But I’m back now, and I…
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“You should smile more”
Let’s talk about female rage, not the kind where we throw chairs, scream in traffic, scream at crying babies in flights (although that’s really tempting, I would absolutely love to do that actually). I mean the real, deep, generational, slow-cooked-in-misogyny kind of rage. The kind that simmers quietly in your chest while you smile and…
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Things I Bought While Romanticizing My Nervous Breakdowns.
Okay, listen, I’m not saying consumerism is therapy, but there’s something suspiciously healing about the way my life felt 19% more manageable after I got those lights and candles that made my room feel like a cottage tucked away in the woods of southern Italy, where I imagine, I am a witch crafting stories and…
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The GenZ Paradox: Self Awareness meets Self Destruction.
Dear Readers, Today I shall introduce you to the generation Z chaos, where nothing makes sense but trends. Our grandparents were probably part of wars and rebuilt nations. Our parents are telling tales of their landline romances and raising kids at 24, And us? We’re out here romanticizing burnout. Swiping for soulmates on Tinder, and…
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Living the Dream (whose dream, though?)
Ah, yes, the pleasures of a “dream job.” That’s what they sold me on, right? The hustle, the “corporate ladder,” the “foundation,” the “learning experience.” Don’t get me wrong, I’m honestly really grateful for my job. It pays the bills, keeps a roof over my head, and comes with a paycheck that I can stretch…
Dear diary 