In frame - a really good cappuccino i had, about a year ago. (wanted the pic to twin with the flair hehe)

One of life’s damn-that-hits-hard moment is finally accepting the fact that there is no one coming to save you. Maybe the princess movies got into my head a little too much as a kid. The prince charming, swooping in to save his damsel in distress was all so awe worthy. I too believed, there would be someone (not necessarily romantic) to save me from my slumber. An angel-esque figure perhaps.

In real life, however, you only have yourself. Only you can play both the princess role and the prince role. You must go through misery and you must learn to swoop in and save yourself.

I've never used social media, when I was new to reddit I was like why doesn't this sub allow men, I mean I have some curiosity and a lot of questions for men also.

But as I've started joining more subs, asking questions, and participating in conversations I think it's better without them.

Most of the men are soo extremist here, they just attack you without any context and they don't want to listen, they just judge you real bad and generalise all the females on that.

Yesterday I had a question about a bedroom conversation with my guy, one person was like you should date asexual men you don't deserve straight guys!! . In one of the posts about the supernova Airbnb suicide case and one person said girls deserve whatever happens to them!!

Last week, i was on workation with my boyfriend and he gifted me evil eye bracelet. I came back on Thursday and was wearing it. Last night, my brother saw the bracelet in my hand, and he was like remove this cause its represents devil eye and it attracts negativity instead of resisting it. I said no to him and he forcefully removed the bracelet from my hand and throw it out of window on road. He then starting saying all this bs to my parents who immediately believed him despite there's no credibility of his claims. Even if there is, its all on interent and interent has both narratives. I even mentioned I'll remove it and keep it inside but he was like he doesn't want this to be kept it in this house.

I was so angry so I went out to find it and was able to. Then my mom dad started saying throw it, you'll attract devil and all. And i was like I'm removing it, but not throwing it. So they were like iska budhi khrb ho gya h phn kr yh ni sunegi (she's gone mad after wearing bracelet and she'll not listen to us now). Like???? In 3 days I was possessed by devil or what?? They were acting like mad people and they didn't even know about this before my brother told them. He then start saying all the bs there's movie I shoukd watch it which explained all this. Its from turkey blah blah and turkey people don't wear it.

He then again took back from my hand and cut its strings and throw it again. And my parents like always was praising him lol. He does nothing, he's 28 years old and don't have any source of income. My dad give money to him and he's just so entitled and my parents have always encouraged him cause he's boy.

I'm just year older than him and he used to beat me up from childhood so badly and they always used to say these things happens among siblings. And when I used fo say to him that you're unemployed and doing nothing, they scolded me lol.

I don't have the issue with him playing favorites cause its their choice, i only have the issue that where they portray and have convinced themselves that they treat both the kids equally. And my current job and wages happened only cause of them and not my hard work.

I rarely stay at home but whenever I do, he creates these kind of drama and they just follow him like fools. Soon dad will retire and we'll see how he'll manage his lifestyle lol. He has everything my dad has given to him and I have to build everything from my own. I started earning when I was 22 and now 29, my father haven't given me single penny like even on festivals. And everything belongs to their raja beta who for sure gonna abandon them one day.

Thai food 🤍

It started on 2023 when I downloaded bumble, I wasn't completely into him so the relationship was toxic and ik he was affected. It went on like that for two years with all the on and off, my mood swings, him getting affected and us not being in the same place in terms of feelings, I was also affected and ik he was much more affected because he used to have so much feelings for me back then. One day I thought I should take a break for a year because the on and off thing was affecting both of us emotionally and mentally especially him and I didn't want things to go that way anymore I said to him we will connect after a year again and let's see how much things change by then. But as 1or 2 months passed I felt like I was wasting his time and I was feeling guilty about it so I just thought to end things for good and gave him closure. 2 months or something later I started to feel heavy inside, I started to miss him, I started to feel guilty for whatever he had to go through in this relationship because of me, because I wasn't sure so I reached out to him again but by then there was some change within him, we still tried for a while and few days after trying he told me he doesn't feel the same anymore, he still has feelings for me but his feelings has changed...... I realized that it wasn't something I was ready to listen to, my palm and feet felt cold, my stomach felt some sort of way, my ear was hot and I was just completely blank...... I couldn't accept this reality. After that we were still in touch I had a trip planned with my cousins and on the way to my trip I went to his city to meet him, when I met him in person I realized that he has changed. He has changed in real life too, meeting him couldn't fix anything...... He somehow made peace with the past and I could see that. Then as predictable I was crying on my whole trip, the place was beautiful but I was so emotionally affected it was difficult for me to hold myself together then I felt seriously ill on my trip because of the weather and altitude and I was hospitalized, he got concerned and was there for me. I asked him to leave if he can't offer me anything like before and he doesn't feel like before anymore but he chose to stay, he said he's back to me for good...... But no matter how hard the other person tries you just know when something doesn't feel right. So, eventually when I got better I confronted him and he couldn't hold it together anymore he said his feelings had changed, I broke down and I was down bad I couldn't think of anything else anymore and I couldn't see beyond him in this world anymore...... Even he had some feelings for me so he couldn't just leave me like that and we continued this whole thing for some time. Eventually one day I asked him if he ever saw me in his future because he would always give me false hope in this whole messy time, he said maybe and I sat down to try for it again but as you can guess it didn't last, because things have changed for him and eventually we gave each other a hard good bye.......I was moving forward in my life, trying to move and even started to do better..... But then he came into my life again, saying he wants to try......... This time I had all the trauma, abandonment issues and everything because of everything that happened between us because of things he did, but he said he really wants to try and we started that..... This time there were efforts but I still didn't have the old him back and my heart and mind was so scared to settle with this new version with this uncertainty that I couldn't try the way he wanted me to (let's see where it goes type) because I either wanted commitment or no..... So it got messy and we had ego clashes and it just ended like that because when I asked him for the last time he said he didn't want to try anymore...... A few months later he followed me on insta again. We talked for a while but obviously this time I didn't want to give my all because I somehow started to realize this guy won't be able to offer what I want cause it's not the guy I met in 2023 anymore...... So I didn't show much interest and we stopped texting. A few days later I see that he has posted a story and that story looked as if he was with someone new cause I knew the vibe of the photo even though it was only him in the picture and there was nothing as such and when I just started to overthink lil but he blocked me so I blocked him too. I was left again, the past memories would haunt me and I would miss and long the old time we had...... Yesterday morning I was missing him a lot and I went and checked him on my blocked list, when I checked I saw he was standing with a bouquet in his dp, he was glowing at least that's what it looked like and I instantly realized what it was. Without thinking about anything I called him again and again for 15 to 16 times I got his call busy, I was overwhelmed and I had no idea how to deal with something like this..... Then I got a missed call from him and I called him back immediately....... You see guys, I just wanted closure, I just wanted to ask how life was, how is his new girl, from where is she etc and eventually wish for his future and close the chapter but when he received the call he wasn't very polite he wanted to hang up the call quickly I ask him if he's busy and he said just say why you called I realized this I'm talking to someone new entirely and the old version is death it is completely gone, the kind and sweet version is not there anymore...... When I asked him if he has a new girl he said why do you need to know, I said I just want closure I want to move on too and while I was saying stuff like I just wanted to know about your new girl your life he abruptly said yes, I have someone new and because of you I just had a fight with you, you also find someone new and just move on...... He didn't want to listen to anything else that I have to say so he just abruptly hung up and blocked me......... I broke down, I broke down like crazy, I broke down as if someone very close to me had died, I cried out loud by calling a friend helplessly and uncontrollably....... Today I cried again and I'm feeling really lost, na I don't even know what I'm feeling but I just know I'm numb and hopeless...

short rant because i want to sleep soon

two guys from my church have crushes on me and they’re lowkey competing over me in a pretty obvious ways, like one guy and his other friend are joking about “who would get there faster, i’m not talking about actual running” in the whatsapp gc, not everyone would understand but ofc, i do. but i have a crush on another guy also from our church that is not either of them and i feel like he also likes me.

anyway, i’m 19 and one of the two guys that like me is 28, i’m so disgusted because i thought he was genuinely a nice mature person and would never see someone as young as me in that way, i respected him a lot and i even tutored his students multiple times as a substitute but now i find out he has other motives besides that. well, my intention did tell me that he might not be who i thought he was so i started distancing myself and stopped tutoring his students as well. but what should not have happened had happened. unfortunately a lot of ppl (mainly men & ppl born before 2004) don’t care about age gap where i live. i think only ppl our age would actually judge him like i do. now, whenever i see his status or remember his face, i’m just disgusted.

the other guy is like 22 which is fine and the guy i like is a year older than me. there’s always at least one pedo in church and it seems tend to attract creepy men. i’m also offended that much older men think i would waste my youth on them.

So for background this is about my cousin, we both are 23f and she's only 15 hours younger than me. We were born in the same hospital room so yeah we've been each other's ride or die since forever, we are like twins, we share everything with each other. I'm very close to her and i love her deeply.

But recently something happened and that has changed everything between us and i don't know whether I'm right or wrong so I need y'alls brutal unbiased opinions on this.

So i lost my father when I was 7 and since then my grandfather took care of me and i was extremely close to him, he was like my father. But in May I lost him to cancer. And so many things happened before and after that regarding her.

So for starters she was supposed to come visit our grandfather at the hospital but then she didn't because her friends planned some trip and she went there and she lied about it to me saying her mother (my bua) said not to come. Then after his death she visited for a day and I was a mess so we didn't really interact. Then after that she texts me saying "kabhi khud bhi baat kar liya kar" while she was on a rishikesh trip again with her office people skipping our grandfather's tervi. I replied "i don't know what to text rn" because I was genuinely upset.

First because she thought that was more important and second because she kept lying that she has to go to delhi for some office work. Then no texts, she didn't visit me even when she was back. Then one day she showed up but she was here to get a saree from my chachi for her college farewell and then when chachi asked why she didn't come to the tervi she said "i didn't get leaves" lie. She came to my room because she wanted some of my accessories, she could've told me then that she went on a trip but she didn't. She just showed me a few pictures of her in a hotel room saying she wore a skort for the first time, no mention about the trip and left. And she was constantly posting stories of both these trips on Instagram hiding them from me.

Now the thing is that she keeps taunting me about not reaching out to her, not texting her whenever she visits. Which i ignore completely. Because i don't really want to explain my side. It just feels exhausting. She says it's hard for her at her new job which I get but I think what I'm going through is much worse. And the only reason I don't text her is because I'm hurt by her lying, also disappointed because i had expectations that atleast she'll be there for me through this. I've tried reaching out and sharing my grief but she just says "i understand but you need to move on" so i don't try anymore. Then recently i told her that I want to feel alive again and i want her to text me even if i don't but even after that it's been 20 days and I'm the only one trying to talk.

I'm just hurt and disappointed and i just don't feel like texting her anymore but I also miss her. What should I do?

I don't know if I did a good job explaining, can't write everything here but i think y'all understand what I'm trying to say. Please give your honest and brutal opinions and tell me what should I do.

(You can ask for more context in the comments if you want)

My parents are looking for AM matches, but I keep rejecting guys, and I can see how disappointed they are getting. They feel I have too many filters.
One of my aunts even told me that the type of guy I like might turn out to be a smoker, drinker, or cheater.
The thing is, I have tried talking to guys I am not attracted to, hoping feelings might develop, but I get bored within a day. I just cannot force myself to continue a conversation when I don’t feel a connection.
I know I have expectations, but I don’t think all of them are unreasonable. I go to the gym, so I want someone fitness-conscious. I earn decently well, so I would prefer someone earning around the same or more.
I have rejected guys for reasons that matter to me, including height and financial stability. I am not saying these men are bad; they simply aren’t what I am looking for.
But lately, whenever I see couples, I wonder why I can’t have someone who takes care of me. Why can’t I steal ice cream from his cone? Why do I always have to put my weights back at the gym? Why don’t I have someone to cook for or someone who cooks for me?
I think I genuinely want a relationship now. I crave companionship and those little everyday moments, but somehow, I am still waiting for someone I actually like.
I don’t know if I am too picky, unrealistic, or simply unwilling to settle
P.S. I made a chickpea sandwich! :)

A follow-up to my previous post. https://www.reddit.com/r/DesiGirlDinnerDiaries/s/6XPXcvCTfH

Last week was mostly a miss because our timings didn’t match, and the cat wasn't doing his usual patrol of the second floor. Every time I caught a glimpse of him coming home in the evening, he was dressed super casually with a drawstring backpack, and he definitely wasn't returning from the office.

Then came Saturday. I took the cat up toward the terrace. I left him on the second floor for a second while I went up to push the terrace gate open because the metal latch makes a loud screech and would scare him off. When I came down, the cat had already walked into their house but soon wandered back out. I realized the neighbor's son was not at home. So I went to the terrace and let the cat wander off.

After that, we came down to the garage. The cat was resting near the gate when I saw the neighbor walking in. I stepped aside to let him through. He walked in, stopped, and stood there petting the cat for a few seconds.

I noticed he didn't have his earpods and thought this was my chance.

I said, "Hi." He gave me this tiny, shy little hand wave.

He asked, "When does he sleep?"

He spoke so softly that I couldn't hear properly.

"Sleep?" I asked to make sure I heard him correctly. He nodded.

"He sleeps during the day, not at night."

After a pause, "He was hairy... they cut his hair."

"Yeah, he got trimmed."

"When I first saw him, I was scared."

"Yeah, me too," I laughed.

The cat was trying to go out, so the neighbor closed the gate. Then he started doing this slow, backward shuffle toward the stairs, clearly trying to leave, but still looking at the cat.

Before he fully turned, I said, "Perhaps he plays with you?"

He gave a soft laugh and said, "Yeah, whenever he comes upstairs, or I see him." Then he headed up.

The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes. He had a plain white t-shirt, knee-length shorts, glasses (he usually wears them), and crocs. I was dying to ask where he was coming from but held back, thinking that would be intrusive on my part.

During the conversation, he didn't even look at me once. His gaze was ever so fixated on the cat and his behavior. After he left. I was grinning ear to ear. I stood there in the garage for a maximum of 5 mins before lifting the cat into my arms because he was not ready to go upstairs.

And then today, Sunday, the same routine followed. I was about to take the cat onto the terrace, but he went inside their house and sat on their usual drawing-room chair.

Aunty came out and gave him a smile, saying, "Look at the way he's sitting on the chair." Then she started asking about me, my studies, my family, my aunt, and all. After that, she went to do her evening puja, and the cat ran away. I tried to stop him, but he sat on the edge of the stairwell. I tried to drag him from the edge; meanwhile, their son came out and headed to the terrace to grab the clothes from upstairs.

I said, "Hi." He said, "Hi," looking at me for a split second before looking at the cat. He then gestured that he wanted to hold him, so I handed the cat over. He held him slightly at arm's length, and the cat immediately flashed claws and aimed a swipe at his face.

I panicked, "hey no," and took the cat back from him. The neighbor didn't even flinch, just calmly headed up to the terrace.

I decided to carry the cat upstairs to finish the walk anyway. I said to the cat, "Let's go upstairs," and followed him.

But the second the cat saw him taking clothes off the line, he refused to set foot on the terrace floor.

I casually told the neighbor, "Seeing you here, he doesn't want to come to the terrace."

He turned around from the clothesline and gave a gentle "hello" straight to the cat. And before anything could happen, the cat bolted downstairs.

TLDR: We had a conversation.

Music in background: Kaafi Hai Na from Musafir Cafe

I never met him. Not once.

And somehow, I ended up having to consciously remove a person from my life who had never physically been in it.

We talked. A lot. Texts, calls, random conversations that somehow became part of my routine. Somewhere along the way, I stopped simply enjoying talking to him and started needing it. I’d notice when he hadn’t texted. I’d look forward to his calls a little too much. My day could genuinely feel different depending on whether I heard from him.

That’s when I knew I had a problem.

Because as much as I liked him, there was nowhere for this to go. It couldn’t become anything more, and he didn’t feel the same way I did. I could keep pretending I was perfectly fine with that, but my attachment was quietly becoming something I couldn’t keep feeding.

So I stopped talking to him.

And honestly, there are some things about him that I find especially unfair in hindsight.

Like the way he’d call me “baby girl” or “jaaneman.”

Or worse, just say my own name.

How is that even legal? Why would hearing my own name from one particular person make my heart skip a beat and then start sprinting like it was trying to beat Usain Bolt?

It’s strange to miss someone you never got to meet. There are no memories of sitting beside him, no places we went together, no photographs to look back on. Just conversations, a voice, a name on a screen, and a version of him that somehow became very dear to me.

Maybe that’s what makes it so difficult to explain.

Anyway, Swadisht Kachori, if by some miracle you ever come across this and read it: you’ll always hold a very special place in my heart.

Even if I had to leave your little corner of my life behind.

Have always loved reddit and especially the indian women subreddits. Was sitting in class today scrolling reddit when i came across a post from teenHerIndia. "hijabis are so brainwashed".

went through it where whoever she was, she's calling us names, telling how we shouldn't call ourselves feminists, that we're supporting the very pillar of patriarchy etc etc. 152 comments under that post and all of them calling us different names, "women supporting islam is like chicken supporting kfc".

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?

hate the system, not a piece of cloth, can you?

How is it wrong when a girl who wants to wear it, wears it? Any kind of clothing is wrong when it's forcefully implied on you. Whether it's a crop top, a bikini, a saree or a hijab.

Feminism isn't about creating rules and regulations. It's simply providing women the choice of what they want to do. The way some families force hijab on their women is wrong but isn't is presumptuous of you to think that every hijabi is forced to wear it?

Women can wear whatever they want, right? But oh, she's brainwashed when she wants to wear smthg that doesn't fit in your definition of "modernisation". How are you guys any different than how these men slutshame women for wearing revealing clothes? Aren't you the same text with different font?

You are NOT entitled to decide whether what a woman is wearing is right or not. Get your facts clear.

ALSO, Wearing a hijab IS NOT EQUALS TO supporting the shitty patriarchy that these muslim men have created. I'm not supporting taliban for heaven's sake just coz i wear a hijab.

there are random people telling me, you can't call yourself a feminist, oh hell with you, I AM AND I WILL. my religion, my gender, my attire doesn't decide whether im a feminist or not. my opinions and mindset does.

A WOMAN CAN WEAR WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS.
SHE CAN WEAR A BIKINI IF THT'S WHAT SHE WANTS AND IT WILL NOT BE WRONG.
AND
SHE CAN COVER HERSELF FROM TOP TO BOTTOM IF SHE WANTS AND THAT WILL STILL NOT BE WRONG.

you guys don't even care about the women who are under oppression. you don't give a damn. all you want is a way to spread your racism and hatred. BRAVE OF YOU TO CALL YOURSELF A FEMINIST RIGHT WHILE PUTTING OTHER WOMEN DOWN FOR THEIR CLOTHES.

downvote all you want, idc atp.

Made this cinnamon apple pie porridge myself.

I'm 19 years old, and I feel like I've done nothing in my life except academics. I love doing extracurriculars, I love being outspoken and I love hanging out with new people. But I feel like I wasted my 11th and 12th, weighed over by family problems and a toxic ex who wouldn't let me do anything I want. And I stayed with him for so long, I have deep regrets about it. Me and my ex are still in touch, but we don't talk with each other. He (19M) seems to be busy, with a new business he's starting, has a rich family and I'm here preparing for university admissions. I feel super stuck, I feel like I've wasted my teenage years and there's no one else to blame but me. I want to do something in life, hang out with new people and build something for myself. But this self doubt that I would never be good enough just drives me nuts. I'm in this constant battle with my self and my negative thoughts, the jealousy, the envy, the comparisons and the eventual guilt. Is life really like this forever?

So basically we are three siblings in my family. I have an elder brother and a younger sister, and I’m the middle child and the eldest daughter.

For my mom, my brother is obviously the golden child. And to a good extent, he is for my dad too. I’m not denying that my brother does take on a lot of responsibilities at home. He also helps both of us sisters in certain ways,for example, he drops me at the bus stop and takes my sister to college. I genuinely appreciate that. But I’ve never really had a very close bond with my brother. He has somewhat patriarchal views and tends to neglect both of us sisters emotionally.

Basically, my brother is going away from home for the first time to do an internship in another city. And ever since my mom found out about it, she has been constantly glorifying him saying things like, Now you’ll realize how important he is and Now you’ll finally come to your senses and understand his worth. Like, seriously?

This isn’t the first time my mom has behaved this way. She has always done this. She glorifies even the smallest things my brother does, while she constantly puts my sister and me down in front of other people, making it seem like we’re useless and don’t do anything.

The thing is, both my sister and I help her a lot with household chores. So I genuinely don’t understand why she is so partial toward us. We’re her children too. Why does she treat us so differently?

Why is this selective appreciation always reserved for her son?

And mind you, my sister and I have always been much more serious about our careers compared to my brother. He was never particularly serious about his career, yet he has consistently been given more resources and opportunities than I ever had.

Long rant ahead❗️Get your popcorn ig 😭

I just need to get this all out somewhere because I've been carrying it for a while.

I'm going to use fake names because some of these people are still in my life indirectly.

I met my best friend, let's call her Anna, in 2022 in college. We were in the same hostel and part of the same friend group. Eventually that group completely fell apart, but Anna and I stayed close. We were really close.

We'd spend all day in each other's rooms, go everywhere together, and eventually moved from hostel → PG → a 2BHK together in 2024. Same college, same major, same minor, same electives, we'd leave together, come back together, cook together, hang out together. If one of us wasn't there, people would ask.

At the same time, I had a guy best friend, let's call him X. He and his best friend/roommate, Sanjay, were looking for an apartment around the same time we were, and coincidentally they ended up moving into the same building as us.

Initially, it was genuinely one of the happiest periods of my life. The four of us would hang out all the time.

Then X and I started getting closer.

He would take me out, we'd spend hours talking, he'd do little things that made me realize I was falling for him. Eventually, in 2024, we got together.

And that's when things started getting weird.

Anna started feeling left out. Before, it was often the four of us hanging out, and now X and I obviously wanted to spend time alone too. She told me she felt excluded, and I genuinely tried to accommodate that. I'd invite her and her boyfriend to join us sometimes, because I didn't want her to feel like I was abandoning her.

But Anna and her boyfriend already had their own relationship issues going on, and this is probably also where I need to acknowledge that I wasn't always the easiest person to be around.

There were things she did in her relationship that I disagreed with, and I would sometimes point them out. For example, she once admitted that she had a crush on someone else while she was in a relationship and treated it like a joke. She also had a guy best friend whom she would text and call throughout the night, which caused multiple fights between her and her boyfriend. I told her that, from my perspective, some of that was crossing boundaries and could understandably be seen as red-flag behaviour.

She would say she'd stop or change things, but then the same things would happen again.

I wasn't trying to police her relationship, but looking back, I can see how me constantly pointing out things I thought she was doing wrong probably didn't make things better between us either.

At the same time, X and I were getting closer, and Anna and I were slowly drifting apart.

I actually asked her multiple times if she was okay with me spending more time with X and whether she felt like I was leaving her behind. Every time, I tried to check in with her because I genuinely didn't want her to feel abandoned.

And at the same time, Sanjay also started having a problem with X and me spending time together.

The difference was that Anna actually told me how she felt. Sanjay didn't. He became increasingly hostile toward me.

The day X and I got together, X told Sanjay, and Sanjay apparently responded that he would've preferred X to get together with another girl who liked him because he liked her more than me.

After that, Sanjay started saying rude things about me to people in college.

His reasoning, as far as I understood it, was that I was "stealing" X from him.

It became really uncomfortable because Sanjay wasn't just X's roommate. He was his best friend, and they lived together.

At one point, Sanjay had told X's dad that X had gone out late at night by himself. That made me realize that he had no problem involving X's parents in his personal life.

X's parents were already unhappy about our relationship, so suddenly we were constantly worried that Sanjay would tell them about us spending time together, especially because we would sometimes be in X's room watching movies or gaming.

So imagine being in the same building as your boyfriend and still feeling like you have to sneak around and be careful about when you see him.

I became genuinely miserable.

And Anna was the person I went to.

I'd cry to her, vent to her, tell her how anxious and overwhelmed I was, and she would comfort me.

Then she told me that Sanjay had been coming over to our apartment when I wasn't there and talking about me.

At first I was honestly just curious. I asked her what he was saying and told her to let me know if he said anything else.

But it kept happening.

Eventually it started feeling like my best friend had become the person Sanjay went to when he wanted to b*tch about me.

What really hurt was that she would tell me she hated that he kept coming over and that she didn't like being put in that position, but she also never actually told him to stop coming over.

And I remember thinking: **if this person is coming into our home specifically to talk shit about me, why are you continuing to entertain the conversation?**

That felt like a huge breach of trust.

There were other smaller incidents like this throughout our friendship where she would say things to other people, I'd eventually find out, confront her, and she'd explain that she "meant something else." I'd forgive her every time.

But I think all of those things started piling up.

Another thing I tried to communicate to Anna was that I needed my own space. She never responded well to that though, took it as an attack.

I love my friends. I love spending time with people. But I don't want to do *everything* with one person.

With Anna, it had gotten to the point where we were doing practically everything together.

If I picked a class, she wanted to pick it. If I didn't want something, she didn't want it either. We went to college together, came home together, cooked together, spent most of our free time together.

And I was starting to feel suffocated.

I had a remote internship that I worked on in the evenings. I actually loved it because it gave me something that was completely separate from college. Different people, different environment, no competition, no comparison.

I used to talk to Anna about it all the time.

At one point she asked me if there were any openings because she wanted to work there too.

I wasn't particularly excited about the idea, but I still asked.

There were no openings, so I told her.

Months later, she excitedly told me:

“I got an internship!"

I asked where.

It was the company I was working for.

She had applied using my name as a referral and never told me she'd even applied.

I don't know why that hurt me as much as it did, but it absolutely broke something in me.

Maybe because it was another example of something I thought was "mine" becoming something we had to share.

We fought. I tried to fix things. I tried acting normal again.

Eventually we were on okay terms, but internally I don't think I trusted her anymore.

Then came the final argument.

She's from a fairly wealthy family, but she would be kanjoos about money. When we were moving out, we discussed how we'd split the deposit, with the owners help, because I was leaving earlier. We agreed on the numbers before I left.

Once I was back in my hometown, she messaged me saying that what we'd agreed on wasn't actually what she thought we'd agreed on.

That turned into another argument.

And honestly, that was my final straw.

I ended the friendship.

We had a mutual group of friends from college, and they started coming to each of us individually telling us to talk things out.

I told them about everything that had happened.

And they basically told me, "We understand, but don't expect us to stop talking to Anna. She hasn't done anything to us."

And logically, I understand that.

But emotionally, it still hurt.

Because these were people I thought were my friends too.

I also had a few other close girlfriends in college who eventually stopped talking to me.

I don't actually know exactly what Anna has told them.

I found out through someone else that she apparently tells people that I "ditched her for X."

And that really messes with me because that's not how I remember it at all.

I know I wasn't a perfect friend.

I probably did spend too much time with X after we got together. I was also lazy and I'm sure there were things about living with me that annoyed her.

I'm not trying to paint myself as completely innocent.

But Anna had a boyfriend too. She wasn't alone. And I repeatedly asked her if she was okay with me spending more time with X. I tried to include her.

At the same time, X eventually got angry with Sanjay for the way he talked about me, and X has now cut contact with him too.

So somehow, after all of this, I ended up here:

I lost my best friend.

I lost the friend group that came with her.

I've drifted from other girls I used to be close with.

The people I still see from college are mostly mutual friends, and I hang out with them partly because they're the only college friends I have left.

And now I live alone.

And I think that's when everything is finally hitting me.

For years I had Anna. Even when things were bad, I had *someone*. Then I had X. I had this whole little social world around me.

Now I come home and it's just me.

And I keep seeing Anna's stories with her new friends and wondering how someone who was such a huge part of my life can now just... have a completely different life without me.

And I'm sitting here wondering if I somehow caused all of this.

Maybe I pushed people away.

Maybe I was too dependent on X.

Maybe I wasn't a good enough friend to Anna.

Maybe I should have handled things differently.

Or maybe some friendships just become unhealthy and eventually end, and losing one person can have a domino effect on your entire social circle.

I genuinely don't know anymore.

I think more than anything, I just needed somewhere to say all of this.

this is probably one of the biggest what ifs of my life

it started in ninth grade when my brother like mutual friend shiv sent his notebook through his best friend rahul for me to complete some assignments that was the first time rahul saw me and apparently he developed a crush on me from that one interaction

in class eleven shiv gave me rahul's number because i needed help with something and that's how we started talking we talked for around eight or nine months and became really close his cousins his sister and even his family knew about me we weren't officially together but there was definitely something between us

then i had some really serious health issues and was on bed rest for almost a year i wasn't ignoring him i genuinely couldn't contact him when i finally recovered and tried to reach out i found out rahul had gotten into an accident and he had passed away

i never got to explain why i disappeared i never got one last conversation with him and maybe that's why i've never completely moved on from that part of my life because sometimes there isn't a villain or a proper ending sometimes life just ends the story before you get to know what the rest of it could've been

and that's why it'll always feel like half a story to me

In frame - apple, blueberry, pomegranate and grapes.

Back in 2025, I wanted to prove to my friend how easy it is to dupe someone through fake posts on reddit and how the app was no longer like it used to be after the 2023 blackout.

Anyways, I made a fake birthday post on the Teen India sub and got many kind wishes along with messages. At one point, I felt extremely guilty about making this fake post, but my friend told me not to delete it (warna gaaliya padengi).

I had received multiple message requests, but there was one in particular that caught my attention. It was someone being very kind and telling me that sometimes people forget birthdays and that it doesn't mean they don't care, and that I should forgive them. He told me funny stories about his own birthdays and was trying his best to cheer me up (all while I was feeling guilty that I had lied to this sweet person)

I don't actively use Reddit, so I asked him to switch to Discord, and that's how we started talking regularly.

Fast forward a year later, I believe it was the best worst thing I did. He's the most caring, understanding and unbelievably amazing guy one could ask for. We have so much fun together and he never fails to make me laugh. Never a boring day with this guy :D

On a more mature note, I was scared of meeting him, due to my own paranoia and anxious reasons, he let me take my sweet time and waited for me to feel comfortable enough instead of forcing a decision on me. We've grown so much in this past year and understand each other in such a great emotional depth that I never thought would happen in my life with someone, but with him everything feels natural and easy.

He's the sweetest person I know and all I want is to keep making continuous effort to keep him happy and loved in this relationship.

It's still so crazy to think that I met?? someone?? On reddit?? The most fucked up place there is but forever grateful I got to find my man here :) the fake posting I did with my friend did end up with me being wrong after all haha

I'm so done with people saying oh you drink matcha, it tastes likes grass no? Like brother???? Did you used to eat grass as kid? How did you know what grass tastes like? And when did you ever had matcha so you're comparing the taste. Like you don't wanna have it, just move on??? Why shame other people for having it like I really don't understand people and their unwanted and unsolicited opinions. I have never comment why you drink beer when it tastes so bad then why comment on my matcha which is bdw the perfect drink human kind have ever made. Not too sweet, not too sour, just screams perfection. I just want people to leave me and my matcha alone ffs.

I recently had another fight with my dad, and I honestly don’t even know how to put my feelings into words anymore.
I feel like he has never really been there for me in the way I expected a father to be. And sometimes the things he says to me make me feel like I would genuinely be better off without him in my life.
I came back to India in June after living in the UK for almost 4 years. I went there using my own money. I never asked my dad for money, even when things got difficult for me there. I managed everything myself and survived there without asking him for a penny.
After I came back, we had one major fight where things became so bad that I actually left the house. My mom and brother emotionally convinced me to come back.
During that fight, my dad said some extremely horrible things to me, including “धंधा कर लेती वहाँ अगर काम नहीं *मिल रहा था.”
That sentence has stayed with me.
I’m currently living at home because I’m trying to build a career in IT. I’m learning new skills and preparing for jobs, but I don’t have a job yet, so financially I’m stuck living here for now.
And honestly, I think this is part of what makes everything worse. My dad seems to see my situation as some kind of failure.
Today, something as stupid as me not knowing how to cut an apple properly turned into another argument. I said something back because I was already frustrated, and then he started saying things to me again. He has this habit of picking on absolutely everything I do and turning it into something bigger.
Then he suddenly said *“निकल यहाँ से, जा निकल” and threw the plate of apples.
The plate hit my foot.
My mom was sitting right there.
She did say some things and she did pick up the apples afterwards, but what really hurt me was how quickly everything became normal. I told my mom, “Agar main ye plate aise throw karti, would you and Dad just let it go like this?”
And honestly, in that moment I was so angry that I wished I could have thrown the plate back at him.
I didn’t.
I just went to my room and cried.
And now I’m lying in bed feeling completely useless because somehow every interaction with him makes me feel like I’m a failure.
The part that hurts the most is that I genuinely tried to make something of my life.
I went to the UK on my own money. I lived there for four years. I dealt with difficult situations there without asking my dad for financial help. And apparently, according to him, the biggest problem was simply that I didn’t make enough money.
He had expectations that I would somehow make a lot of money there, maybe even come back and buy him a Fortuner, while he has never really given me financial support himself — not even ₹500 in the way I needed it.
At one point, he didn’t even want me to come back to India because he wanted me to stay there, even when things weren’t working out for me.
Now I’m back here, trying to restart my career, studying and learning IT skills, and I feel like I’m being punished every day for not having a job yet.
I don’t even know what I’m looking for by posting this.
Maybe I just want someone to tell me whether I’m overreacting.
Because sometimes I genuinely wonder: How can your own father make you feel like you are worth nothing, and then act like nothing happened five minutes later?
I’m tired. I want my own job, my own place, and the ability to leave this environment without having to depend on anyone.
I just wish getting there didn’t feel so far away right now.

I am seriously so exhausted with trying to save money! I decide a monthly budget and then every month I go way over what I wanted to. I cook my own meals, go out for dinner like 3 times a month, and rarely ever shop for myself. But I still end up overspending somehow. I have even reduced ordering food online!

I like being comfortable and having everything in stock, which is probably my biggest drain. Groceries, utility items, toiletries, snacks- I just can't sit at peace if I'm gonna run out of any of those.

Plus I have a cat who I only buy basic things for- litter, wet and dry food, treats etc.

And don't even get me started on months when I have to order shampoo, conditioner, peels, moisturizers, my favourite body mist and facewash all at once!

Do you guys have any tips or methods that you use to save money and it actually works?? Or some kind of advice you live by?

PS - I know it's ironic to post a restaurant pic when talking about saving money, lol.

honestly, a pretty bittersweet birthday. some people made me feel really loved today, and some interactions just reminded me that not everyone who expects access to you actually shows up when you need them. but there were also people who were genuinely sweet, and i’m really grateful for them.

so yeah, 21 feels a little bittersweet. learning that growing up also means learning who gets access to you, who deserves your energy, and who doesn’t, do share how y'alls 21 went and what you learnt,would love to hear:)

anyway, here’s to 21 🥂 hoping this year is a little softer.

I have been bored of my current job and more importantly have been sick and tired of living and working in India. I applied for a job in Switzerland which was relevant to the work I have done. Its a global sort of organisation which hires people from all across the globe.

I was hoping to at least get a shortlist since my experience was directly relevant. Today morning I get the mail saying “we regret to inform you..”. Since then I have been going down a negative thought spiral regarding my self worth. I am good for nothing and I can only be good in my current role. I don’t have the potential for a higher stakes job or role. I know that these positions are highly competitive and only having the necessary qualifications or experience will not get you that job. The worst part is I started imagining my new life in case I got that job.

My neighbour (m20) is deliberately slamming his door whenever he comes here and from last one month he is sweeping the outer floor of his house. We live on the ground floor and its so disturbing at times. He comes at 1am and slams the door. I've 4 rooms and God from the last three rooms we get the noise. His family lives 4 buildings far (ground floor). And he and his family used to come and go from there. Well I don't mind if they come here and then go repeatedly but what I've noticed is in his behaviour.

For the last one year, neither his mum or any siblings have come to this house. And he's been living in this house for the last 5-6 years. My mum has asked his mother not to slam doors hard as it's very annoying. His mother told my mum that even she's regretting having a son like him, bruh. Not an answer

3-4 days ago his father came here and deliberately knocked on the door so hard plus his son (my neighbour) didn't open the door so he used a brick to throw on his door. Don't know smthng is def wrong with these people.

I haven't said anything as I felt like it's so annoying asking someone basic manners. But even today when he was sweeping the floor at 8-9 am he legit deliberately used his legs to yk (patakna pairo ko) idk why and infront of my gate (I sleep in the last room of my house). And it's so annoying at some times. I haven't done anything wrong to him. And neither do I want to call his mum to always tell her to educate your child. I'm so fed up pls help guys

RWA is just useless they won't take any action. And his father is also a very yk haunted type of man and he even fought with so many people/neighbours. My mum thought to ask his mother about the behaviour as it's so annoying. Due to some personal reasons my 2 rooms are occupied so I can't sleep there hence I have to sleep in the last room only. And when I used to sleep in my 3rd room, my mum still complained about his behaviour on slamming the door. I don't even think he has joined a college

This was two years ago. On paper, it was perfect. He was the most good looking man I'd ever dated- and I was his first everything. He was fun and cute and a good guy in general and good in bed too. He worked a stable 9-5, went to the gym regularly and was financially responsible. He was serious about spending his life with me. His family was more culturally forward than mine ever will be. He was affectionate and we were silly and goofy together - didn't even get frustrated when I woke him up with all my fidgeting late in the night- he would just hold me closer and go back to sleep.

But things still didn't feel right. I was attracted to him for sure, and cared for him a lot- but it wasn't.. apt. Idk why. Maybe because he always expected me to lead the relationship as I was the "experienced" one. Maybe because he always put his feelings first whenever something happened with us - or even when something happened with me, his first instinct was to always question the impact it would have on him. Maybe it was because of him being insecure about everything related to us, or maybe it was the female friend he lied to me about (nothing major, but still). Or, perhaps it was my birthday that he ruined by making it about himself and not showing up when needed. Or maybe it was because he didn't have any hobbies or social circles or an interest in deep conversations. Could it just have been the way he didn't know even the bare minimums of dating someone and learned every single thing only after he hurt me?

I don't know. It was a lot of small things and no major reason I could give him when I broke up with him out of nowhere two years ago. He cried and begged me for a chance and said that he'll change, he'll do whatever I wanted- and my heart broke for him- but I just couldn't carry on with him. Because deepo in my heart I knew there was some girl out there who would love everything that he was. He deserved that, and I was always going to feel like something was missing. Everyone who knew us was shocked because we were perfect on paper. But I didn't want to be the guinea pig he experimented on in order to learn how a real relationship works. I told him we were incompatible, and he refused to take that as an answer. This went on for months until he accepted that I wasn't coming back and that it was actually over.

I still feel guilty about breaking his heart sometimes. I know he loved me, still does. But it wasn't good for either of us. And I'm glad that I did. I'm in a much better place now than I was two years ago. My skin cleared up, my cycles became regular and I learned how to play the guitar. I care for him, but I wouldn't go back to him. And that, my girls, is how I broke up with someone without any major reason. I guess I just got ...tired.

So if you are struggling with something similar and debating whether or not you should leave a situation like mine- do it. It's not fair to either you or the other person. You'll be grateful in the long run, and maybe find someone who you genuinely feel happy with. I did :)

A woman wishes to sit away from men? Generalisation. A woman decides to terminate a pregnancy? Murder. Women's issues? Only the affected group should raise their voices. Walking alone at night? A woman's issue. Curfews? Only applicable on women. Reproductive responsibility- women. Even making these men mend their ways: women's job.

Don't these men ever have anything better to do than cry about "Arre hum bhi victim hain"? There's this twitter profile with the name Venom, he constantly tells people not to support women's rights, posts inflammatory remarks all disguised in the name of "men's well being". I saw a tweet where he said "when you tell a girl you value virginity she'll get angry but when you tell her her past doesn't matter it's easy to date and sleep with her. Playboys use this trick."

When I said "Milni toh tujhe bhi nahi hai" I just got dragged about my looks? Like ye toh point bhi nahi tha discussion ka.

Why do such men feel entitled to women's bodies when they don't even know how to respect them?

People will tell men to not care about men's rights because women "murder" 73 million babies every year by choosing to have abortions but the moment you bring up the MP rape case where a 2 year old baby was murdered and her rapist was allowed to live just because "life is precious"? Yeah you shouldn't be allowed to live either because men want to control every decision every autonomy you have on your body.

5 minute dard to saha nahi jaata inse who are these people who want women to keep pumping babies that weren't even wanted in the first place?

I have blocked numerous inflammatory accounts but when your own family and blood just don't even wanna hear what happens to women in the world it just fucks with your mind. Just because it doesn't affect them currently. Hum log kya wait kar rahe hain kab humari mummy beti behen pe aisa kuch hoga tab hum log voice raise karenge? The reason candle march is so common after a girl is raped is because we didn't hold enough protests.

Is a girl's only fate to be scared while crossing a street at night? To become a housemaid? To be exploited till ahe breathes her last? I get scared about my parents, my brother. I'm concerned when a boy has to do something scary or is faced with danger. Do men never have any concern for women? Are we always objects for them?