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I've been to the office three times and I'd love it if robots work for me.  I prefer to work from home but my manager wants me physically present there so he can actually.. I don't know why he's calling.  So coming back to the point, I don't have problems with Robots. No, seriously. Why would I ever have a rivalry with electronic parts fixed right and tight? Right? Well, robo, you take over my job but give me the salary. What do you do with the salary? Eat boorgir? No, right. I go eat Burger. Or ‌Pasta Or ‌Tiramisu. Or ‌Biryani. I have options. Bro frankly speaking with our salary, I wear clothes from H&M that my sister buys me and the fossil watch my uncle gifted me and I drive dad's car, go to Starbucks just for the birthday month free drink. So basically you understand the bank account statistics no bro. Me to the Robots: Kaam tu karega Mein paise udayega! Simple. The machine takes over this woman. No more bashing artificial intelligence. I am all in for ...

I'll be 23 in 70 hours. Uggh! I like being 22. I can do things claiming that I'll never be 22 and damn Taylor Swift's song.  So here is what it is, I have 70 hours. What can I do with the last 70 hours of my 22?! Maybe go out and be more broke? No. Don't go there. Sit and watch friends again? That's doable. But that's the routine. Work? Yeah right, walked right into that one didn't we 😂. FYI that was sarcasm. Give me a break. I'm transitioning into 23. I have no clue. So be kind. Grateful for the things that happened this year. I read a quote, " At the end of the day, no one is responsible for your happiness" and it hit hard.  I did a few mistakes. Made some mess. But everything was mine. I made decisions and I don't regret them because those things made me happy and I want to be happy. To all the messy and all the heartfelt decisions - cheers! To a dramatic life and being the main character of my life - cheers! To own my body and the fla...