Here's a pickle!

I used to work as a data fucking analyst in gurgaon, making a comfortable living with all the troubles that I could afford to keep within me. then the corono pandemic happened, with a long haul and there I was with my family in my hometown,bhilai.days went by, weeks and month with all the family troubles,most of which were financial which I resolved with whatever I got on first of every month.My father, started to pick on my job as i used to work late hours saying, itna kaam hota hai aur salary bs itni hi. esa kro yahi kuch business jama lo aur laut aao. Now, listen and try to understand what my situation was. Ok, Now a person like me, which is already overworked by my boss while already looking for an excuse to quit got a catalyst in the name of my dad. I decided to quit. In a misconception that my father would actually support me with starting a business. I quit. boom, here starts my demise. it's been around 8 months now, My parents don't even talk about business now. and while my savings are almost over all they think is that with just feeding 3 meals a day, they are done with all the responsibilities and there aren't any expenses for a 27 year old apart from eating. Now, I've stood myself in a position with a full time house worker with no pay at all,with only food to survive and no friends. I think I might implode in a month or two. letslets see if I make it this time! until next time.