my favorite sweater went missing, and after an entire week of searching, I found it stuffed behind the couch with an empty bag of chips. suddenly, I realized my life was a series of losing things I never thought mattered—now I’m sitting here trying to hold back tears because losing a favorite article of clothing feels like losing a piece of myself. but it's just a sweater, right? it feels ridiculo...
yaar, matlab office mein sab kuch theek chal raha tha, phir mere caste ka pata chala toh achanak sab promotions ruki, lunch invites bhi gayab hogayi. koi nahi bola lekin, sab samajh gaye, kyunki hum log to sabhi samajhte hain na, kisiko dikhana nahi padta ki unko kya hai sochna. ab meeting ke baad bas computer ke screen pe hi mera chhota sa reflection aur ek coffee ka cup hai, matlab kya kuch nahi...
wait. my baby was full term. I had everything ready. The nursery is painted, the car seat is still strapped in, collecting dust as if I could ever be brave enough to unclip it. Some days, I imagine going for a drive with it, just to pretend. It feels like an unfinished project that never gets a final edit—and I just can't bring myself to delete it.
wait. my baby was full term. I had everything ready. The nursery is painted, the car seat is still strapped in, collecting dust as if I could ever be brave enough to unclip it. Some days, I imagine going for a drive with it, just to pretend. It feels like an unfinished project that never gets a final edit—and I just can't bring myself to delete it.
Loyola University Chicago is in mourning after 18-year-old Sheridan Gorman was shot dead in a tragic reminder of the rampant violence that plagues the city. The arrest of a Rogers Park man is little consolation to a community now left to grapple with the question: what could have been done? Chicago Mayor Brandon Johnson promised a focus on public safety during his campaign, but actions speak loude...