Bimql chhetry.

Throwaway for obvious reasons. I’ve been a data analyst at one of the largest data infrastructure firms in the world for about seven years now. Most of my day is just numbers, pipelines, dashboards, all the boring backend stuff that keeps the internet functioning. It used to feel meaningful in a weirdly satisfying way. Until around two years ago, when I started noticing things that didn’t add up. It began with a simple audit for a retail client. The data looked fine until I realized that roughly eighty-seven percent of their active users weren’t traceable to any known or consistent activity history. New devices, IPs that didn’t match known regions, even fake GPS trails. It wasn’t bot traffic, at least not in the traditional sense. These were fabricated identities. Whole clusters of them. It was like they were generated just to exist. At first, I assumed it was some glitch with an API sync or metadata corruption. But the deeper I dug, the weirder it got. The user patterns weren’t rando...

I'm Melodi and i'm 18 So I worked at a small clothing store in a mall. Nothing fancy, just hoodies, tees, sneakers. The job was fine, but my manager had mood swings. Some days he was chill, other days he’d snap over nothing. Last week I came back after a few days off and the stockroom was a mess. Boxes everywhere, new stuff not sorted, some items even damaged. I took pics and sent them in our work chat, just saying we should report it. My manager showed up like 10 minutes later, already mad. Started saying I was “creating problems” and “being negative.” I tried to stay calm but I said, “I’m just pointing out what’s wrong.” He goes, “If you don’t like it here, you can leave.” And I don’t know why, but I just said, “Okay.” He looked at me and said, “Then you’re done.” I took off my name tag and walked out. It all happened so fast it didn’t even feel real. It’s been a week. No one called. One coworker told me the manager is now dealing with the mess himself. Lowkey stressed abou...

When I was 13, my parents sent me to a boarding school in the mountains of Southern California. The campus was picturesque, and it was an hour and a half south east of Los Angeles. Many of my fellow students were either the children of the Hollywood elite, or children of wealthy parents from elsewhere. One of my roommates was named Jack, and he was a wealthy kid from Connecticut. Jack lived in a fantasy realm and would tell other students that he was trained in stick fighting and martial arts. He would do “demonstrations” of his stick fighting, and threatened to hurt the staff if they tried to take away his weapon. About a year into my time at the school, Jack and I wound up being roommates. Jack and I lived in a four bedroom dorm room with two other students, and when Jack wasn’t having an episode of delusional fantasy, he was a pretty OK guy. Anyway, one day some kids from another dorm were hanging out in our dorm, it was the end of the night and we were all joking around having a g...

My grandmother was born in 1926 in what was then Yugoslavia, in Croatia. She was just a teenager when World War II swallowed her world. In 1943, at 17 years old, she was taken to Auschwitz. She had grown up during years of hunger and hardship. By the time she arrived at the camp, she was severely underdeveloped from malnutrition. She looked 11 or 12 years old. When they lined everyone up for selection, that physical detail — something born from suffering — saved her life. She was placed with the children. The others she arrived with were sent to the gas chambers. While the children were in line, something unexpected happened. German civilians came to select children to take into custody. A middle-aged couple who owned a private clinic in Germany chose her. Instead of death, she was taken into their home. She became a helper around their clinic. She had her own room. The woman of the house treated her like a daughter. My grandmother stayed with them for 10 years. During that time, she ...

He was a food delivery guy, about 5.9 inches in height and pretty long hair. We ordered food to be delivered at a specific time that was pretty late at night and then forgot about it. After watching the movie we decided to do the deed. She put on this lingerie and was blow drying her hair when he rang the bell. We were surprised who would ring at 11:00 but then it we remembered that it was our food. I was changing cat litter so she looked out of the peep hole. His long hair made it look like it was a woman. She opened the door in lingerie and realized that it was a man. She took the meal and closed the door. He apparently liked what he saw because my wife has the built where when she enters a room, her boobs will enter well before she does. They are literally that nice and I can not blame the guy for ogling but what he did after that was very dangerous. He knew the address so he started stealing our garbage. We would put it out and he would come late at night and take away bags. Thro...

Growing up, I thought my father had everything figured out. He always seemed calm. Bills were paid. Problems were handled. If something broke, he fixed it. If something went wrong, he had a plan. To me, he wasn’t just a parent — he was the standard of what being strong meant. A few years ago, I walked into the living room late at night and saw him sitting alone in the dark. No TV. No phone. Just staring at the floor. I asked if everything was okay. He smiled quickly and said, “Yeah, just thinking.” But his voice sounded tired in a way I had never noticed before. That night I overheard him on a call talking about financial stress, medical bills, and work pressure. He wasn’t calm because life was easy. He was calm because he didn’t want us to feel the weight of it. It hit me hard. For the first time, I saw him not as some unshakable figure, but as a man carrying more than he ever showed. A man who was scared sometimes. A man who didn’t always have the answers but tried anyway. We don’t ...