i just spent an hour cleaning the dust off my old record player that i never use and kept thinking about how my friend is out there playing gigs in big venues while i sit in this tiny apartment with walls that are peeling, the same three albums spinning over and over, and sometimes it feels like my whole life is just waiting for something to change but then nothing does.
kuch bhi bata do, but in this house, i can’t even breathe without someone noticing, yaar, matlab samjho na, जैसे मैं पूरी जिंदगी छुपता रहा हूँ और अब crying feels like a distant memory because nobody ever leaves me alone.
found my old high school yearbook, opened it up and saw the list of "greatest moments" that nobody bothered to put in the ones we actually lived through. like yeah, thank you for remembering my awkward smile and not the endless loop of isolation and cringe-worthy lunches in the corner — that really brings back the good times.
found my old high school yearbook, opened it up and saw the list of "greatest moments" that nobody bothered to put in the ones we actually lived through. like yeah, thank you for remembering my awkward smile and not the endless loop of isolation and cringe-worthy lunches in the corner — that really brings back the good times.
अरे यार, बेमतलब की चीजें देख रहा था और अचानक समझा कि लोग मेरी कीमत पर बात कर रहे हैं जैसे ये कोई मवेशी की नीलामी हो। ऐसे लगा जैसे मेरी बोटी-बोटी पर कीमत लग रही हो और घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये कुछ और नहीं बल्कि एक लेन-देन है।