literally just found an old notebook and realized i was supposed to write a poem about the stars for school but never turned it in. अब याद आता है तो ऐसा लगता है कि कभी क्या कुछ भी किया था.
the other day i found an old box of letters and it was weird. like reading my own loneliness on the pages, now no one to really share it with or ask if they remembered, just me and the dust and this long silence.
was at the grocery store for like an hour just wandering around because i could not remember what i needed at all, so frustrating, ended up just buying chips and salsa for dinner, good job me.
was at the grocery store for like an hour just wandering around because i could not remember what i needed at all, so frustrating, ended up just buying chips and salsa for dinner, good job me.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जैसे आज मैं बिल्ली का खाना खरीदने गई थी और फिर भी मुझे याद नहीं आया क्यों। सब लोग बस अपनी ज़िंदगी में लगे रहते हैं जैसे मुझे ये सब नहीं होता, जबकि मेरा दिन बस इसी चक्कर में निकल गया।