Category: Lifestyle

I once tried the whole positivity thing. You know, the “wake up and smile at the mirror” routine. I lasted two days. On the third morning, I caught a glimpse of my…

I used to believe that sustainable living was just an excuse for people to justify their weird collections of glass jars and mismatched socks. My apartment was a museum of my failed…

I remember sitting in a dimly lit jazz club in Old Delhi, the air thick with humidity and the scent of jasmine, where the music didn’t just hit my ears—it settled into…

I remember the first time I tried to explain Thanksgiving to my in-laws. Picture this: a room full of people who’ve never heard of turkey day, and I’m standing there, carving a…

I used to think I was a savior. Picture me, bright-eyed and naive, clutching my Lonely Planet guidebook, convinced I’d change the world with a shovel and some good intentions. I hopped…

I once found myself whispering sweet nothings into a phone, well past midnight, to a partner who was probably as tired of hearing them as I was of saying them. Cross-border love,…

I once tried to follow one of those finance gurus who swore by budgeting apps and color-coded spreadsheets. You know, the kind of person who makes you feel like a complete nincompoop…

I once found myself ankle-deep in brochures for wellness retreats, sipping on overpriced green juice and wondering if enlightenment could be achieved without maxing out my credit card. Spoiler: it can’t. Wellness…

I once tried slow living for a week, thinking it would transform my chaotic life into a serene zen garden. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. Instead of finding enlightenment, I found myself staring…