Bold Roast
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Tales of My Legendary Personality: Woman, Work, and Wit
Tired of being called bossy for doing your job well? This one’s for every woman leader who's been fawned over for her food but feared for her voice. A spicy roast of misogyny, work culture, and double standards.
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Slices They Never Pick
Not all versions of us are loved. Some slices are too raw, too heavy, too honest. But they exist. And they deserve a seat at the table too.
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Detach: The Ache of Letting Go Between Victimhood and Validation
Detach, they said. But how do you let go of what you never got to hold properly? This piece sits in the space between survival and silence — between needing to be seen and finally seeing yourself.
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Back to Base Zero (and Still Not a Coder)
Three days, one broken code, and a brain playing coder cosplay. I went from strategist to SEO intern, from Harvey Specter to hair like Einstein. Welcome to Base Zero — where burnout meets blogging.
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Women of Grit Smoking Family Story: Beedis and Toothaches
In my family, outrage was selective, cigarettes were occasional, and hypocrisy smoked more than anyone admitted. Toothaches run deep—maybe even inherited.
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Gulf Returnees Satire – A Mangii Story of Swagger and Sweat
There was always something about the Gulf return kids—their Brut-laced airs, gold chain confidence, and accidental accents. They paid hefty donations, typed ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’, and thought they were heirs to oil empires. But hey, this was the coast. And we wore our facades higher than Arabian tides.
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The Addiction to Being Liked
The obsession with being liked is a leech at a blood buffet—bloated, done, and dead. You? Still left dizzy and emotionally anaemic. I used to beg for approval. Now? I like churros. And I don't care if churros like me back. Welcome to the era of not being Wi-Fi—because I’m not for everyone, and I’ve finally made peace with it.
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Body Remembers Trauma: Cut the Crap and Start Healing
It wasn’t funny then. It’s not funny now. The stumbles, the creepy nicknames, the touches that weren’t accidents. And that thudding in your chest? That was your body sounding the alarm. This isn’t a memory to soften — it’s a truth to name. It came back today, uninvited. But this time, I didn’t freeze. I wrote. I remembered. I cut the crap. Literally.
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Unseen: The Story of the Favourite Child
She gave him tea. She never asked if I had slept that decade without nightmares. If I had ever flinched around warmth. My silence bought their comfort. And when I finally screamed — they called it betrayal.
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Love Beyond Blood: Salt in the Wound 💔
What do you become when even love is reserved for the biological?
