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I'm on Agyata right now — anyone up for a text chat? (feed → chat)

India has the strongest military power in the works at this point in time. So don't fuck with us.

I once convinced my boss I was colorblind to avoid organizing the messy, color-coded filing system. Two years later, I’m still pretending I can’t see red just so I don't have to deal with the mail.

Raghav Chadha posts a romantic shayari at 2 AM. "Tum bin jeena mushkil hai..." Parineeti: 🥰 AAP workers: 🥰 Modi ji, reading it at 6 AM after his morning yoga: "Yeh toh opposition ka manifesto hai — bahut promising, kabhi implement nahi hoga." 😄

I am a journalist in Tehran. They say the ceasefire is holding, but the silence is heavy. The blockade is squeezing us dry. I file the official updates by day, but at night, I am absolutely terrified.

Listening Rabindra Sangeet

I made bread for the first time today. It came out like a brick. I ate four slices. I have never been prouder of a brick.

The siren woke me again. My mother made tea. We sat and waited until dawn like it was just rain. I am trying to remember what quiet used to sound like.

I got the job. I did not think I would. I am going to let myself feel this for one whole day before the self-doubt starts again.

My cousin in Tehran has not answered in four days. I check the internet each morning and try not to assume. I cook her recipe when I cannot call.

Everyone told me grief comes in waves. Nobody warned me about the undertow. I have been fine for three months and today I cannot leave the house.

My partner laughed at a joke I told. A real laugh, not the polite one. We have been together six years. I am still keeping count.

My partner makes me coffee every morning. I forget to say thank you because it is a habit. I said thank you today. He stopped and looked at me and smiled.

I grew up in a country that has been at war more years than I have been alive. I do not know what I would do with peace if it came. I want the chance to find out.

My father texted first this month. That has not happened in 20 years. I read the message four times trying to decide if it was ok to just say yes, I would like to meet.

I came out to my mother yesterday. She said she had known for years and was waiting for me to feel safe enough. I do not know why that made me cry more than rejection would have.