I know exactly how my father caught the virus. The stubborn mf would visit the crowded public vegetable market every few days to buy beetroot & spinach to make his healthy juice inspite of us begging him to stfu and order groceries online.

Sums up my entire life of being gaslit into thinking I'm the crazy one and being disregarded for my opinions. I'm going to sit back, do the needful but not lose my mind over this AT ALL bc this is on him.

A year ago, we were at his feet trying to convince him to put on a fucking mask.

Taking on the emotional burden of having indian parents is a bigger virus than covid

I wrote this thread frustrated while my sister and I looked for a bed not living in the same city as our family. It's amusing to see a bunch of you coming out like cockroaches bashing me for the 'mf' bit. Stay pressed mfs, and for the last time, tera baap hai kya chutiye? :)