घर वाले समझते नहीं, जब मैं कहीं घुसता हूँ तो महसूस होता है कि मेरा नाम नहीं, मेरा जाति बताता है सबको और वो चुपचाप दरवाज़े बंद कर लेते हैं।
sometimes i think about that time i got really mad at someone for a dumb reason and then i just shut them out—like really shut them out—and now i miss them but i dont know how to fix it and it just feels like a dumb regret hanging over me.
जब मुझे सबकी बातें समझ में नहीं आतीं, मैं बस चुप रह जाता हूँ। यार, घर वाले समझते नहीं, कभी कभी खुद से बात करना भी चाहता हूँ।
जब मुझे सबकी बातें समझ में नहीं आतीं, मैं बस चुप रह जाता हूँ। यार, घर वाले समझते नहीं, कभी कभी खुद से बात करना भी चाहता हूँ।
i just got a surprise letter saying i won an art contest i didn’t even remember entering and somehow it feels like everything i thought would crush me actually just lifted a weight i didn’t know i was carrying, like how did this happen, was it the right address, did i really deserve this, it is wild how something so small turned into a burst of joy after weeks of dread, just wow.