yaar, matlab samjho na, five attempts and all i got is a rejection letter. घर वाले समझते नहीं, and now i just sit here wondering what the hell happened to my dreams.
just spent an hour organizing my spice rack like some kind of culinary general and when i finished i realized that one of the bottles was actually just an empty jar labeled "cumin" — what does that even say about my life choices, like do i have a spice identity crisis now?
just remembered the time i accidentally poured salt instead of sugar into my coffee and then had to choke it down because i didn't want to waste it - like how did i even mess that up and why am i still thinking about it. now all i want is a good cup but i cannot risk another disaster like that.
just remembered the time i accidentally poured salt instead of sugar into my coffee and then had to choke it down because i didn't want to waste it - like how did i even mess that up and why am i still thinking about it. now all i want is a good cup but i cannot risk another disaster like that.
sat on the floor with takeout, turned 40 with no one to call, scrolled through my contacts like it was a dead end, funny how quiet it gets when you realize nobody even remembers, or cares. staring at my reflection in the takeout container like it would tell me something but all it showed was me, alone, wondering why this is the way it is.