life – writersleaf

Plot Twist I Didn’t Sign Up For

Okay, so this blog is coming after so long… right? I know. It genuinely feels like I disappeared. And honestly, I had so much going on that I was completely out of my mind to even write anything. That’s why I was just posting poems here and there. For me, poems felt easier than explaining the mess that was happening in real life.

But now that I’m back, let me spill some proper tea with you guys…☕

Remember the whole love-and-hate relationship between me and my commute? After that, a number of things happened. I was absolutely fed up with traveling every single day. So I looked for a solution and finally shifted closer to the office.

But of course, that wasn’t the end of the story. A bumper surprise was waiting for me. So basically, the company I’m working with is literally inhuman. They honestly don’t know how to run a business. First, they were literally behind me to relocate. And when I finally shifted, the very next thing they did was make the office work from home.

Yes. Work. From. Freaking. Home.

You know why this happened? Because they had started losing clients and had no money to keep the office running. Like, dude, they would say no to chai if someone asked for a third cup. No chai, no basic things, and a Diwali gift? Rs1000. Yes, Rs1000 for Diwali. I literally give more than that to my maid.

And wait… this wasn’t even the worst part. After making the office WFH, they slowly started letting employees go. And yes, I’m one of them. But the reason they gave me was so abrupt that it was actually funny.

So, I’m a writer. And I write according to what I genuinely feel is right for a topic. But that doesn’t always align with what someone reading or editing might think, and that’s completely normal. Not every person thinks alike. You can give one topic to 100 writers, and you’ll read 100 different perspectives. That’s literally how writing works.

Anyway, they asked me to leave. That’s because apparently, I “optimized” a client’s page, and the whole website went down because of that. Like because I “used AI”. And optimization literally means adding keywords to content that someone else already wrote. I literally only added a few lines and the required keywords. That’s all.

I told them, “Ma’am, just by adding keywords or 2 lines to an already written content doesn’t suddenly make it AI.” But they kept saying I should’ve informed them. I told them I HAVE always mentioned this to my manager, and she used to get AI corrected from the original writer anyway.

So now, the very next morning, I simply get a call saying they’re relieving me. And I just said okay because, honestly, I didn’t want to fight, and I was planning to resign in a few days.

My actual reason for resigning was something else. They literally used to taunt me in front of everyone, saying, “You are the most expensive writer here.” And yes, I am expensive because I am good. Now what they’re doing is hiring interns for free.

Almost everyone is leaving. This place is so biased, they don’t value their employees, and they treat them like pieces of shit. They want us to work even after shift hours and then say things like “this is your company.” They make people stay back for extra hours and ask them to work more, even late at night.

There was even an employee to whom they used to constantly message late at night, asking her to do tasks and pointing out what she hadn’t completed. And after making the office WFH, they fired her.

So yes, this is the company I am STILL working for… well, technically I’m on notice period, so thankfully I won’t have to deal with this shit for long.

These people really don’t know how to run a business. I once read a quote saying that if you don’t value your employees, your competitor will. And that’s exactly what’s happening. People who left are doing great now. They are with better companies, have better pay, and are living a better life.

These people literally said that because the company gave enough leaves in October because of festivals, then why am I taking a leave now, even though I was down with 103 fever? Someone ACTUALLY said that. And that person KNEW I was unwell.

Anyway, I’ll keep the rest for my next rant. Because so much has happened that it’s going to take a few more write-ups to update you properly.

So yeah, buckle up because my life has basically become a whole season.🥲✨

Two Hours, A Thousand Thoughts & One Big Dream

Somewhere between the glass towers and golden skies, Gurgaon has quietly memorized my smile.

If you read my last post, you probably got a sneak peek into my daily metro life, the crowd, the chaos, and let’s be real, the constant test of patience. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I’m not a metro person. I get irritated and agitated way too easily, especially after a long day at work. That’s why, every now and then, I ditch the metro and book a Rapido (yes, that quick escape) just to breathe, unwind, and ride back home on a bike.

Now, you might think a 2-hour bike journey sounds insane, and honestly, sometimes it is the dust, the honks, the traffic. But here’s the thing: there’s a weird kind of magic in it, too. There’s something about that open road, the wind in my hair, and most of all, the view.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but every time I pass through the towering buildings of Cyber City, Gurgaon, or glide past the stunning glass structures near Aerocity, I can’t help but smile. Like, a proper full-face smile. My back might be aching, but my heart? It’s dreaming.

I remember this one time, I caught a glimpse of the Google office, and something in me just lit up. I stared at it like a kid outside a candy store, imagining myself walking through those doors one day. And why not? It’s not wrong to dream.

In fact, my dream isn’t just about working somewhere big. It’s about running something of my own. Picture this: Me, sitting in my corner office on the top floor of a Gurgaon skyscraper, looking down at the city that once made me believe in possibilities. Or even better, owning a cozy little bakery café, with people walking in and out, the smell of fresh croissants and strong coffee in the air. That’s my happy place, too.

For me, dreams aren’t just dreams. They’re a reflection of love, love for what I do, love for what I want to become. And no, I don’t believe in leaving it all to destiny. That doesn’t work, not in real life. If you want something, you’ve got to get up, show up, and take the first messy, unsure step.

And trust me, I’ve taken a few. I’ve made mistakes, faced setbacks, and had days where everything felt like it was slipping away. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: every single step matters. Even the ones where you stumble. Especially those.

Struggle? We all go through it. Daily hustle? It’s real and exhausting. But effort never goes to waste. Not when you’re investing in yourself. Not when you’re building towards something that means the world to you.

So, here’s to the late-night rides, the quiet dreams, and the skyscrapers that make my heart skip a beat. I don’t know how or when, but I do know I’ll get there. One building, one blog post, and one brave decision at a time.

Till then, I’ll keep riding, keep smiling, and keep working my ass off.
Because honestly? That dream is mine. And I’m not letting go.

Metro Diaries: A Daily Dose of Irritating Strangers

I’ve been taking the metro for the past 20 days, and honestly, I think I’ve earned a lifetime achievement award in patience. I never thought a short commute could teach me so much about people—or should I say, how annoying people can be.

It starts the moment I step onto the platform. Without fail, there’s always someone on the phone, shouting like their life depends on being heard five stations away. I don’t understand it—why do people feel the need to scream into their phones in public? It’s like they think we want to be part of their conversation. Spoiler alert: we don’t.

Then comes the ever-so-charming scenario of a kid kicking me. Repeatedly. Tiny legs, tiny feet, but somehow the kicks land with the force of a sledgehammer. And the best part? The parents are RIGHT THERE, watching YouTube or scrolling Instagram, pretending it’s not their circus, not their monkey. No apology. Not even a glance. Just… silence. It’s like basic courtesy has gone extinct.

But the real highlight? One day, I’m minding my business with my earphones in (my sacred shield from the chaos), when this woman walks past with her broken umbrella sticking halfway out of her bag. It snags my earphones, yanks them out, and breaks them. Just like that. And what does she do? Absolutely nothing. No “sorry,” no “oops,” not even a glance. Just kept walking like the world revolves around her ignorance.

And don’t even get me started on Huda City Centre. You’d think people lining up to get on the metro would mean order, right? Wrong. The moment the train arrives, all senses of decency vanish. It becomes a battle zone. People push, elbow, scratch—anything to grab a seat. And these aren’t uneducated people, mind you. These are your so-called “educated” folks, dressed in office formals, speaking fluent English, but behaving worse than animals fighting for scraps.

It’s mind-boggling. How can someone act so selfishly and not even realise it? Or worse—release it and not care?

I’ve had all these experiences in just 20 days. Just twenty. And every single day, I come back with a new story, a new irritation, a new level of disbelief.

Sometimes I wonder—are people always this inconsiderate? Or does public transport bring out their worst?

Either way, all I can say is: life is full of idiots. And somehow, I keep running into them during my daily metro rides.

Maybe in Another Life!

I pushed you away, though you were so near,  
In the shadow of my fear, I drowned in the tears.  
Afraid to lose you, I shattered us first,  
Fed my own needs, made you feel the worst.  

Trust I broke a thousand times and more,  
Blinded by my pain, I closed every door.  
You stood there silent, never left my side,  
But my insecurities made you feel denied.  

I never saw the love, so pure, so bright,  
Chose my fears instead, plunged us into the night.  
Now I sit with the emptiness inside,  
For losing you, I lost my pride.  

You were my home, my shelter, my grace,  
But now I stand alone, lost in this space.  
Maybe in the next life, we'll meet again anew,  
I’ll be wiser, and I’ll cherish you.  

Forgive me now, for all I’ve done wrong,  
For in my heart, you still belong.  
I promise next time, I’ll be mature and true,  
And I’ll make it right, just me and you.