Chhavi Porwal

“You're not ugly, you're poor.” It's one of those memes that keeps finding its way back onto our feeds, partly because it's funny and partly because we've all had the thought.

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A watch used to have a job. It told you the time, occasionally the date, and, depending on the decade and your bank balance, something about your personality, taste and place in the world.

Ads can be funny. Unrealistic, too. A man sprays himself with cologne and suddenly he's on a yacht, being pursued by strangers, or staring moodily into a desert like the fate of civilisation rests on his shoulders.

You know how there's this whole concept of living in the present to actually live well? Except, we're all getting very good at being somewhere we have never actually been.

Happens all the time. I take a selfie. I'm fine. I ask somebody else to take a picture. It's never to my liking. I look in the mirror.

You'd be surprised to know how many women are falling back in love with their chubby cheeks while the other half of the world is busy chasing a more sculpted look.

I've always been a little jealous of celebrities who have hairstylists at their disposal to deal with what might just be the most temperamental category of beauty: hair.

“Why does my face look like I don't exist in this photo?” I sent a group photo of myself with my colleagues to my sister, asking her exactly that.

Between Navratri and Diwali, Halloween has found its own set of takers among Gen Z. It was once largely confined to private house parties and niche