न wedding के बाद रात को सोचा कि मैं क्या कर रही हूँ, सब घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये मेरी जिंदगी है और मुझे अभी से फंसाया गया है, salary ठीक ही है लेकिन उन दोस्तों की बातें सुनकर जो सब कुछ सही कर रहे हैं, बहुत बुरा लगता है।
spent the evening rearranging the kitchen, staring at old jars that used to hold spices i forgot i bought, thinking about how the smell of cumin reminded me of that summer. every time i pull out my phone, i remember the number i never texted, and now its just me, the jars, and a lonely kitchen echo.
was sitting in my kitchen and thought i’d finally try making that sourdough bread everyone raves about but the starter looks like it gave up on life—like me, honestly. now i have a sad bowl of flour and a million unproductive thoughts about how it was supposed to rise but guess what, so was i.
was sitting in my kitchen and thought i’d finally try making that sourdough bread everyone raves about but the starter looks like it gave up on life—like me, honestly. now i have a sad bowl of flour and a million unproductive thoughts about how it was supposed to rise but guess what, so was i.
i sat on my couch staring at this empty pizza box while my neighbor played the ukulele on their balcony for hours, like, honestly who even does that. my plants are dying because i keep forgetting to water them and it just feels like everyone else is thriving while i literally can't even keep a fern alive.