so i deleted all social media to save myself and now it’s like i went to a funeral where nobody bothered to invite me— just sitting here wondering if anyone misses me or if they just post a new avocado toast picture instead.
check karte hi pata chala ki meri savings se toh chhoti si kharidari bhi nahi ho sakti, yaar, matlab samjho na, barish mein bhi le lo chalega par chaat ka thanda pan bhi nahi le sakta, घर वाले समझते नहीं.
yaar, matlab samjho na, worked all these years so my brothers could study but here i am—25 and still can't even read my own name, क्या मज़ाक है ये. घर वाले समझते नहीं, बस शादी करवा दो—जैसे कोई रियल एस्टेट ट्रांजेक्शन है.
yaar, matlab samjho na, worked all these years so my brothers could study but here i am—25 and still can't even read my own name, क्या मज़ाक है ये. घर वाले समझते नहीं, बस शादी करवा दो—जैसे कोई रियल एस्टेट ट्रांजेक्शन है.
so apparently, if you watch your mother have a stroke over video call while sitting in your tiny apartment that smells like microwave popcorn and sadness, the bureaucratic monsters will still treat your travel plans like you're trying to cross a highly secured border for a treasure hunt, not to see the person who used to kiss your forehead and tell you not to chew with your mouth open, but sure, l...