so, sitting in my tiny kitchen with the same three pots i’ve had since college, while everyone else posts about promotions and new apartments, and i’m just trying to figure out if reheating leftover pizza counts as cooking. sometimes it hits me harder, like seeing an old friend’s engagement announcement right when i realize my plants are dying from neglect.
कितनी ironic है न ये बात कि १२ साल की उम्र से घर का काम कर के मेरे भाइयों को स्कूल भेजा और अब मैं खुद अपने नाम तक नहीं पढ़ सकती।
yaar, matlab samjho na, when I see friends buying houses while I still live in a small apartment, it just hits different — मेरा दस साल का बचत भी एक हाईवे प्रोजेक्ट के चलते उड़ गया। घर वाले समझते नहीं, बस बोलते हैं सब ठीक होगा.
yaar, matlab samjho na, when I see friends buying houses while I still live in a small apartment, it just hits different — मेरा दस साल का बचत भी एक हाईवे प्रोजेक्ट के चलते उड़ गया। घर वाले समझते नहीं, बस बोलते हैं सब ठीक होगा.
i deleted all social media and now i just feel like a ghost watching a parade i cannot join. the last time i checked my contacts i realized it has been so long since i reached out that even my go-to text just seems like a memory from a different life.