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House Help Disaster: When Dusting Turns Into Chaos
I asked my house help to dust the ceiling fan—simple, right? Handed her a telescope duster, pointed to the sturdy balcony ladder, basically set her up for success. Enter BS (BhagyaShree). Instead of following instructions, she perched on a low IKEA stool…on top of the mattress…yanking fan blades like a personal resistance band. Now my once-beloved fan squeaks, threatens to go airborne, and crash-land on me at any moment. Creativity? Innovation? Or pure chaos? One thing is clear: BS indeed. Nothing remotely Bhagya or Shree. Just BS. If you’ve ever experienced house-help-induced disasters, you’ll nod along. And if you haven’t…consider yourself lucky.
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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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Migraine Burnout Is Real — And Self-Help Can Shove It
It’s the weekend. Apparently that means joy, brunch, and yoga for Instagram. For me? Migraine, sinus pressure, and unsolicited advice about ‘making the best of it.’ Spoiler: I didn’t. At this point, if life gives me lemons, I’m just going to lie down and let them hit me in the face. At least that might clear my sinuses.
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Losing Peace, Finding Sarcasm
Some rooms hold ambition. Mine just holds me, a laptop with a crooked leg, and rain that thinks it’s important.
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Bubbly Regret: Served Cold, Crashing Fast
F*ck. Beer was a terrible idea. Two sips in and my body exits the chat like it’s allergic to joy.
