Melting Like Ice Cream in Chennai Heat 🫠

Hey lovess ❤️,

Let’s talk about the real villain of my life: the Chennai sun. Like, honestly, I step out for two minutes and boom 💥 I’m not a girl anymore, I’m basically a sundae in slow motion. Hair? Frizzing. Makeup? Melting. Attitude? Still serving, but with extra sweat sparkles 💦 ✨.

It’s almost poetic, though. You know that feeling when your ice cream scoop slides off the cone and hits the ground? That’s me trying to look cute while waiting for my ride. Except the ice cream is my dignity, and the cone is… well, me, barely holding things together.

And honestly, the heat makes even the simplest things feel like a mission💯. Standing at the bus stop? You’re basically roasting. Walking to class? By the time you reach, your outfit’s sticking to you and your kajal’s halfway down your cheek. Even grabbing a juice feels like a survival tactic instead of a treat. And the worst part? Your head feels like a hot plate, I mean touch your skull and you’ll wonder if someone’s frying dosas up there🪭.

So here I am, Chennai’s unofficial summer dessert, serving sass and sweat in equal measure. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way😉.

"Some days you’re the ice cream, other days you’re the cone holding it all together.”