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Let’s get this out of the way: if I could send a letter back to the younger version of myself — the one who cried over not getting enough likes on a filtered selfie — I wouldn’t write some enlightened…

(Especially If You’re Currently Crying in Your Car) The day I hit rock bottom didn’t look like a dramatic movie scene with me screaming into the void during a thunderstorm. It looked like me sitting in a Target parking lot…

The Meltdown in the Grocery Store Parking Lot It was a Tuesday. Or a Thursday. Honestly, I only remember the crying. I was parked in front of a grocery store, halfway through texting “I’m fine” while simultaneously Googling “how to…

Let me start with this: I once cried in a Taco Bell drive-thru because they were out of Baja Blast. Like, full-blown ugly cried. The guy at the window looked genuinely concerned and asked if I was okay. I told…

I almost quit because I couldn’t open a jar of peanut butter. I wish I was joking. But there I was—sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor, in a hoodie that hadn’t seen daylight in three days, sobbing over a stubborn…

I Almost Burned My Life Down Over a Muffin It started with a muffin. A stale, slightly overcooked blueberry muffin that crumbled in my hand like my dignity after a bad date. I was standing barefoot in my kitchen, wearing…

Let’s talk about the meltdown I had in the cereal aisle. Picture this: I’m in Target, debating between Honey Bunches of Oats and Cinnamon Toast Crunch like my life depends on it. I have a cart full of almond milk…

The kind of broken that hides in plain sight There was a week—maybe two, maybe three—where I wore the same oversized hoodie every single day. Not in a “this hoodie is cozy” way, but more in a “I no longer…

I once cried in a Target parking lot because I forgot to buy toothpaste. Not dramatic, right? Except it was the third time that week I’d forgotten. And I wasn’t really crying about the toothpaste. I was crying because my…

When You’re Crying in the Bathroom at 2 a.m. Over Nothing (and Everything) I once sobbed in the Walgreens parking lot over a dead phone battery. Not because I desperately needed to scroll Pinterest (okay, maybe a little), but because…