Glass half full, means more room for vodka!
Glass half full, means more room for vodka! Ironic, coming from a teetotaller. But how did I get here? One wrong boy, one too many sob fests, a dating app, some upsetting health diagnosis and an internship later, here I am. I wouldn't say I'm a complete misbeliever in optimism but when life starts to feel like a BMTC bus, all you wish is to get off at your stop in one piece. For the sake of the metaphor, let's call all my failed relationships, aunties that elbow and stomp you. Their deceiving smiles, what feels like a breath of fresh air is just a mirage to occupy your seat. But once they get off, you've got yourself all the extra space. As the cool breeze hits your face, you look forward to the comfortable journey ahead of you on your warm, window seat. And dating apps, the BMTC way, are stolen glances from a cute boy in the men's section. The butterflies in your stomach coupled with a wandering thought of him being a creep, keeps you distracted and hopeful. A swip...