Introduction
What if your brain’s group chat with itself left a trail? Last week, mine looked like a rom-com script with no editor: snack-based problem solving, timestamped spirals, suspiciously specific searches, and the occasional spreadsheet I swear was supposed to bring me peace.
Some of these searches are real. Some are metaphors in disguise. Some were typed mid-momo. A few mid-tear.
Scroll gently you may just find your own brain here too.
Monday, 9:17 AM — “how to meet 5 friends across 3 sides of Delhi in 48 hours without time travel”
Tuesday, 2:56 AM — “can ordering cheesecake count as no-contact celebration or is that just grief with frosting”
Grief, but cute.
Wednesday, 6:01 PM — “white slippers that won’t break in 6 months”
6:08 PM — “are there shoes with warranties?”
Hi, adulthood. Didn’t see you there.
Thursday, 12:12 AM — “how to flirt via pottery”
Step 1: Drop clay. Step 2: Make it look intentional. Step 3: Fall in love.
Friday, 7:40 PM — “lifespan of purse with peeling handle”
🌀 Intrusive Thoughts (The Musical)
Saturday, 10:09 PM
“How many snoozes till it becomes a personality trait?”
I tried waking up with four alarms. Shifted them earlier the next day to snooze them all 6 times.
Tuesday, 11:43 PM
“What if I complete my knit as a gift and send it but only in my head but still wait for a thank you?”
How many imaginary gestures are too many before it becomes a full-blown delulu?
Wednesday, 3:33 PM
“Do kurtas feel betrayed if I wear one on a rainy day?”
They definitely judged me for pairing them with my broken chappal.
Friday, 5:57 PM
“Do I need therapy or just a good playlist and two business ideas?”
…asking for a friend.
🌪️ Intrusive Thoughts: Bonus Round (now with snacks)
“Should I re-learn sign language?”
“Why is a backhand so much more easy than a forehand?”
“Did that bird just look at me like it will land directly on top of my head?”
“How do I know if I’m healing or just dissociating”
Outro
Tabs open.
Grief mostly romanticized.
Main character arc still loading.
Google: mildly concerned.
Me: snack in hand, healing on shuffle.
The Devil is in the Dee-tails :) 
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