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This idli is simply steam-ing hot gossip.

Feeling paneer-fectly happy.

I’m on a roll, and so is this kathi roll.

Spring has sprung a leak; it’s monsoon.

Having a tea-rrific time, with extra elaichi.

Pho-tographic evidence of a good lunch.

This pizza and I share a deep-dish connection.

Rice to meet you, said the biryani.

This view is un-be-leaf-able.

Batter late than never: pancakes at noon.

Peak experience, quite literally, on this summit.

Keeping it reel since this video.

This chai is steeped in good vibes.

Dosa-n’t get better than this.

Just mango-ing with the flow.

Jalebi-ve in yourself, you sweet thing.

Shell-ebrating a beach day.

My cooking is so good the smoke alarm cheers me on.

I tripped on nothing and called it a dance move.

Tried yoga. The mat won.

My dance moves are a public safety concern.

I have the memory of a goldfish with a busy schedule.

Personal trainer quit. He said I was too consistent at skipping.

Ambition: high. Energy: on backorder.

Peaked at choosing this outfit.

Sense of direction: Google Maps, please.

Bought a planner. Forgot to plan.

My hobbies include starting hobbies.

My houseplants are on a strict survival programme.

Ran 5K. Well, scrolled past a 5K post.

Set five alarms. Negotiated with all of them.

Gave up sugar for a day. Worst day ever.

Monday called. I let it go to voicemail.

My to-do list is mostly a wish list.

Every fridge visit is a hopeful little adventure.

Me: I’ll sleep early. Also me: watches one more video.

Adulthood is just saying “after this week” forever.

My wallet has trust issues, and it should.

Five-minute power nap, three-hour sequel.

Summer in India: I am the puddle now.

Tried to be productive. Reorganised my snack drawer instead.

My alarm and I are no longer on speaking terms.

Nothing humbles you like the first sip of hot chai.

When the Wi-Fi drops and you meet your family again.

My chair is wearing more clothes than I am.

Phone at 2%, confidence at 100%.

My laundry pile has its own postal code now.

Took a selfie to remember what I look like with sleep.

Not a model, but my phone believes in me.

Hair: cooperating for once. Documenting this miracle.

Smiling because the photo didn’t catch my snack.

This is my “I’m listening” face. I’m not.

Face of someone who just found the TV remote.

Selfie taken. Dignity misplaced.

Looking like I have my life together. Don’t check.

Posing like the bill hasn’t arrived yet.

My best angle is from far away.

Smile powered by an unexpected holiday.

Sorry for the face, it’s the only one I have.

Practising my “mildly surprised” expression.

Ready for my close-up. Not ready for my errands.

Caught mid-thought. The thought was about pizza.

Shared my fries once. Never again.

My diet is mostly “just a little taste”.

This is not my first plate. It’s my favourite plate.

Biryani first, feelings later.

Healthy eating starts right after this jalebi.

Pani puri is my cardio; I chase every round.

I have a healthy relationship with food. We see each other daily.

Ordered for one, served for three, ate for one.

Asked for a salad. The pizza heard “pizza”.

Diet tip: post the photo before taking a bite so it counts as art.

I don’t share food. I share photos of food.

Breakfast, second breakfast, and a respectable snack.

Kitchen rule: taste-testing is mandatory.

Pakora weather has officially been declared.

Dessert stomach: fully operational.

We forgot the plan together. That’s teamwork.

Our group chat should be studied by scientists.

We don’t have a squad, we have a sitcom.

Together we make one fully functioning adult.

Friendship means knowing who’ll eat the last gulab jamun.

We laugh at things that aren’t even jokes yet.

Our friendship survived three group trips. Legends.

Best friends: free therapy with extra noise.

Plans: 10 am. Reality: we met at 4.

My friends are the reason my phone needs a bigger battery.

We’re not lost, we’re “exploring alternate routes”.

Same friends, same jokes, still hilarious.

Friends who judge you lovingly, in HD.

Warning: high levels of nonsense in this photo.

This group has one braincell and it’s on leave.

Snack o’clock.

Nap goals.

Professional snacker.

Chaos coordinator.

Loading personality…

Certified couch potato.

Weekend? Already?

Mood: snackish.

Brain on vacation.

Mostly caffeinated.

Allergic to Mondays.

Hungry again.

Fake it till Friday.

Running late, fashionably.

Out of service until coffee ☕

Brain cells: offline 🧠

Peak potato mode 🥔

Professional napper 😴

Expert at nothing 🏅

Dinner is my cardio 🍝

Plot thickened, like my dal 🍲

Turbo-lazy Sunday 🐢

Pizza > problems 🍕

Socially charged: 3% 🪫

Clown of the group 🤡

Monday dodged successfully 🏃

Silly by design 🤪

Laughing at my own joke 😂