i opened my kitchen cabinet today and stared at the jars of spices, feeling like they were just empty reminders of dinners we never cooked together, and it hit me how quiet the kitchen is without your laugh, like no sound at all, just me scrolling through contacts realizing i cannot call anyone about this silence.
जब मेरी जाति पता चली तो पता नहीं क्यों सबने मुझे किचन में जाने का लाइसेंस दे दिया। अब कोई मुझे लंच पे बुलाता नहीं और प्रमोशन तो खैर दूर की बात है, बस ये सोचते हुए बची खुची कॉफी भी ठंडी हो जाती है।
sitting in my kitchen at 2 am just staring at my empty fridge thinking about how many late nights i spent not eating because i was too busy chasing after dreams that somehow turned into nothing, scrolling through my contacts but no one feels like someone i can reach out to, just this ache in my chest from knowing its been so long since i let myself even think of calling anyone for no reason.
sitting in my kitchen at 2 am just staring at my empty fridge thinking about how many late nights i spent not eating because i was too busy chasing after dreams that somehow turned into nothing, scrolling through my contacts but no one feels like someone i can reach out to, just this ache in my chest from knowing its been so long since i let myself even think of calling anyone for no reason.
my friends all got new apartments with views and nice furniture while i sit in my tiny studio that barely fits a bed and a table, eating rice and beans every night. they think i am happy with my job making just enough to send most of my paycheck home, but sometimes i wonder if this is all there is.