From Butter Biscuits to Velvet Cupcakes: A Comedic Journey Through 2013-2014

Ah, the tumultuous years of 2013-2014—a time when life threw me more curveballs than a confused baseball pitcher. It was a period of profound change, where I stumbled upon meaningful connections and discovered tastes I didn't even know I had.

Picture this: me, cruising through life without a care in the world, not even knowing my preferred brand of drink. Suddenly, I find myself basking in a glimmer of recognition at work and diving headfirst into the unpredictable waters of dating. Spoiler alert: it didn't last long, but oh boy, did it leave a mark!

But let's rewind a bit. Back in the day, I had a not-so-friendly relationship with the street dogs of Bengaluru—they chased me like I was a celebrity on wheels. Fast forward to me, thanks to an ex (yes, you heard that right), knee-deep in NGO work, feeding dogs, cuddling horses, and even playing vet. Talk about a plot twist!

And let's not forget the upgrade in my snacking habits—from basic butter biscuits to the heavenly indulgence of Glen Bake House velvet cupcakes. It's like my taste buds went on a flavor journey of their own!

Amidst all this chaos, I found myself unwittingly developing a personality. Sure, I was still a tad erratic and prone to adrenaline rushes, but hey, who isn't? Blame it on my dad, who never said no to my whims and fancies.

But then came the breakup. Ah, the breakup—the ultimate crash course in self-reflection. Suddenly, I found myself soul-searching like a lost puppy, discovering a newfound love for animals and a burning desire to make something meaningful out of my life.

Through it all, one thing remained constant: the unwavering support of my friends. They stuck by me through thick and thin, proving that I'm luckier than a four-leaf clover in a field of daisies.

Ah, how could I forget those wild nights with my motley crew of friends? We were like a sitcom cast, each of us from different walks of life, coming together for one epic adventure after another. And boy, did we know how to party!

Nights blurred into mornings as we indulged in our fair share of drunken escapades—drunk drives, drunk fights, you name it. After wrapping up our shifts, it was straight to the bar with the boys, where we'd let loose and go absolutely bonkers.

Ah, those were the days when petrol, cigarettes, and alcohol didn't burn a hole in your pocket. But despite the affordability, I always found myself scraping the bottom of the barrel by month's end. The day the paycheck hit my account was like a double-edged sword—I'd celebrate with a round of drinks, only to wake up the next morning broke and sprawled out on the pavement, courtesy of those pesky credit card bills. Talk about a vicious cycle!

But hey, what's life without a few bumps in the road and a whole lot of laughter along the way? Those pavement-pounding moments may have been rough, but they were also some of the most hilarious memories I'll cherish forever.