yaar, matlab samjho na, 3 weeks of hospital food has turned me into a connoisseur of bland rice, and somehow the vending machine broke right when i found a coin, like the universe's way of saying no snack for you while i'm here holding down the fort alone and ghar wale समझते नहीं.
ran into a person i swore i would never face again, smiled and acted like everything was fine while my heart raced with regret for never saying what i needed to say - now i am stuck replaying the whole thing and feeling like a coward for being so fake.
my sibling opened credit cards in my name and my parents said to just forgive them because, you know, FAMILY, so now i guess my identity crisis comes with monthly statements and bonus offers, at least my new credit score is just as dysfunctional as our family dynamics.
my sibling opened credit cards in my name and my parents said to just forgive them because, you know, FAMILY, so now i guess my identity crisis comes with monthly statements and bonus offers, at least my new credit score is just as dysfunctional as our family dynamics.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, मैं तीन हफ्ते से अस्पताल की फर्श पर सो रहा हूँ—अब मेरे बैंक बैलेंस में मुश्किल से कुछ ही बचा है और पता नहीं अगली बार कब पैसे भेजेंगे—चाहे क्या हो, बस कुछ नहीं कह सकता।