full of sweet whimsy and intense political rage.

i just realised that i would actually go out of my way and do things for him.

butterscotch kitna fuddu flavor hai

mujhe boycott kardo 😰

I hate coughing

It makes me look so uncool 💔

Kisi ki gf bn gyi
Kisi ka career ban gya
Mera mazak bn gya😂💔🥀

still hard to believe that access to infinite information made us dumber.

analysing the canterbury tales prologue.

har kisi me koi na koi khasiyat hoti hai aur mujhe sirf khasi hoti h.

watched omkara (it's an adaptation of othello) and it was pretty good.

my two greatest fears are permanence and change.

let’s talk about this obsession with "relatable" characters. somewhere along the way, the highest compliment a book could receive became, "this character is literally me.” and if a text isn’t relatable, it’s dismissed as irrelevant. but literature doesn’t need to be relatable to be valuable. this mindset also reduces reading to a performance of trauma. if a character is broken or tragic, people immediately turn them into mirrors of their own sadness. but that's just romanticization. you don’t need to appropriate a character’s suffering to look vulnerable. many of the greatest works in literature are anything but relatable. moby dick is full of obsessive monologues about a whale. paradise lost stretches into long, difficult speeches. most readers won’t see themselves there. and yet, these works matter because they open doors into worlds beyond our own, articulating experiences we’ve never lived but can imagine. literature doesn’t exist just to mirror us. it creates windows. when we reduce it to relatability, we shrink it to the size of our own reflection, forgetting that its true power is to take us elsewhere.

sabki life set hai aur meri fielding.

let's play skribbl