Creative | Anamoly by Cherish

About me

Fragments about me

I’m a Psych grad still waiting for the job market to swipe right. My everyday superpower? Observation so razor-sharp it can slice a TikTok trend in half.

I separate feelings from facts the way I take my coffee; cold, plain, less sweet, no extra flavour clutter. Friends call me bindass because I’ll riff on anything from attachment trauma to why Fred again.. just cured my Tuesday blues. Chill and fun is my default setting, but don’t be fooled: I live for that boom-why-didn’t-I-think-of-this-before spark that art, films, gallery walls, and late-night TV reruns keep gifting me.

I collect passions the way others hoard loyalty points: reading plot-twisty novels, people-watching at events, socialising until my extrovert battery pings red, and applauding every creative brainwave in sight. Labels? I slap them on, peel them off, remix them because growth needs fresh packaging. The dream version of me is headlining panel talks, crashing school assemblies, and making some wide-eyed junior whisper, “Yep, that’s my future.”

Until then, I’m laughing at my own stunt-level stupidity, fuelling the next rebrand with one more brutally honest post and (obviously) another no-frills cold coffee.

This blog is just me penning my day-to-day observations polished, spell-checked, and lightly mixed by AI.

TRAIN OF THOUGHTS

Project 24

A Letter to the Girl I’ll Be on Tuesday: Stop Optimizing, Start Living To Cherish (Version 24.0), By the time you read this, the calendar will have flipped. You will officially be twenty-four. The earth will rotate, the Mumbai humidity will be exactly the same, and your coffee order won’t change. But inside your head? I know you. You are treating this birthday not like a celebration, but like a performance review where you showed up without the slide deck. I am writing this t

Jan 164 min read

The "Corporate Glaze": Why We’re All Suffering from Boreout (And Pretending It’s a Vibe)

I used to think the worst thing that could happen to my career was Burnout. You know the visual: messy bun, 4 a.m. emails, crying in the office washroom, The Bear -level cortisol spikes. It’s terrible, but it feels… oddly heroic? Like you’re a war veteran of capitalism. But lately, I’ve been sensing a different energy in the room. Or rather, a lack of energy. I’m seeing glazed eyes on Zoom calls. I’m seeing people "Hurkle-Durkling" (that Scottish trend of rotting in bed way p

Dec 8, 20253 min read

The "Golden Handcuffs" of Comfort

I am sitting in a café that charges ₹450 for a latte, staring at a bank balance that says "you’re safe," while my gut screams "you’re stagnant." It is a very specific, privileged kind of hell. We are told that money buys freedom. We are told that once you cover the rent, the bills, and the occasional Zomato binge without looking at the price, the "Purpose" part unlocks automatically like a video game achievement. But here is where I am stuck: I have the resources. I have the

Dec 2, 20252 min read

The Lies We Tell Until They Stick

At some point between 18 and 25, I realised the most dangerous thing about growing up isn’t heartbreak or failure it’s how easily your own lies start sounding like truth. You begin with harmless self-soothing: I’m fine, just busy. I don’t care if he didn’t text back. This degree will sort itself out. And then one day, you say it so often that your nervous system files it under “facts.” We call it fake it till you make it, but no one warns you that it works both ways. Yo

Oct 28, 20253 min read