life is hard. घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये सारी दिक्कतें आसान नहीं हैं और adjust करते करते बस खत्म हो गई हूं।
woke up on the bench again, all my friends are posting about their promotions while i spend the day pretending to be busy at the coffee shop like it matters. feeling that weight of my empty apartment as i scroll through their successes, even the guy i went to high school with is opening a gallery now.
so i walk into this nursing home every day feeling like an imposter, like i'm here to fix a glitch, but my mom just greets the nurse and not me, calls me the stranger who abandoned her. it’s funny, really, how i once felt like i was building futures in silicon valley and now i'm just trying to remind her who i am while she probably thinks i'm just another care package that never got opened.
so i walk into this nursing home every day feeling like an imposter, like i'm here to fix a glitch, but my mom just greets the nurse and not me, calls me the stranger who abandoned her. it’s funny, really, how i once felt like i was building futures in silicon valley and now i'm just trying to remind her who i am while she probably thinks i'm just another care package that never got opened.
scrolling through my contacts and it feels like a ghost town, seriously nobody to call and i miss the days when things were just simple and bright, now everything is quiet and dark, yaar, matlab samjho na.