To Relatives....

 

To all our relatives who make us go insane when they open their mouths…


You are the one who disappears when I’m broke…

But appears when everything is alright….

You are the one who mocks at every decision I make…

Like my unconventional career choices, my relationship status, my physical appearance, my financial status…

You are the one who judges me left, right and centre…

 Like you’re a judge and I’m a criminal….

And I’m just like “Damn, neither you are a saint.”

So let me follow my heart, let me take my decisions out of the loop….

What if they turn wrong?....There is no such life full of right decisions….

You are the one living in the early medieval period and asking me to live the same…..

You are the one who compares with all my cousins who are killing it….

 But I came into peace with my cousins success, as I know the fact 

    that  in a room full of people there will always be a smarter, successful, prettier person than me..

So stop worrying about me there are much more problems in the world.

Like global warming, pollution….please focus on those


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