The return of FOMO

I spread myself lazily across the couch in my silk pajama set on a Saturday morning. This pajama set has been one of my best investments, my wallet disagrees with my instagram story if it’s worth it, but myself in lockdown vigorously agrees.

And so for a brief moment, the rare London sun, the revitalising botanical drink, the overpriced silk pajamas, that side project I am finally working on, and I, have a moment.

And then, I opened Instagram. Oops.

Live footage of me and the revitalising botanical drink
No matter how hard you try, you will always miss out on something in life.

So my dear friends, we are left with no choice but to slow-clap, and roll our eyes as we reacquaint ourselves with the joy of FOMO.

Let’s start celebrating our friends who will be (or already are) getting vaccinated, vacationing on a sunny beach, singing their hearts out in a concert, but thankfully stop baking sourdough and doing yoga headstands.

Let’s celebrate the return of FOMO.

Furiously digging in my cupboard to find an outfit fit to wear to the premier of, Return of the FOMO. Chhavi

Big fan of not-writing-regularly, sushi, working at Bumble, and the rare sun that shows up in London!

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