A Heart-to-Heart Rant From an Average Indian Middle-Class Soul Trying to Make It Work Hello ji. Come in. Don’t bother taking off your shoes, my rented 1BHK doesn’t judge. Come, sit. Want coffee? Can’t promise a full cup, but you’re welcome to the aroma. Because when life’s bitter, we brew. And today, we’re brewing frustration over a very specific grind:  idioms . Yes, those polished English phrases that aunties, uncles, and sometimes even your own brain toss around like sugar cubes in a cappuccino. They sound like they were brewed in a world where rent is optional, avocados are affordable, and your coffee is always single-origin, freshly brewed; never instant, nor budgeted. Now, I have nothing against language. I love language. But some of these idioms? They do not belong anywhere near someone who’s been calculating per-samosa cost before placing a party order, or measuring their caffeine intake by spoonfuls and their dreams by discounts; idioms can feel like a cruel joke. ...