yaar, matlab samjho na, finally got a government document and guess what—my name is spelled wrong. अब मैं अपने ही नाम पर हस्ताक्षर नहीं कर सकता—चमत्कारिक आधुनिक भारत में दस्तखत कैसे करूँ?
i have a collection of things that remind me of someone i never reached out to and i pretend it does not tear me apart every time i see them. like, what kind of person just lets those memories sit there collecting dust instead of doing something about it?
i was in my tiny kitchen eating cereal at midnight again, and my neighbor just posted a pic of his garden harvest like it was some kind of trophy, while i literally can’t remember the last time i grew anything other than my laundry pile.
i was in my tiny kitchen eating cereal at midnight again, and my neighbor just posted a pic of his garden harvest like it was some kind of trophy, while i literally can’t remember the last time i grew anything other than my laundry pile.
yaar, matlab samjho na, i thought joining my partner's family would feel like a fairytale but it just feels like an episode of a comedy where everyone is trying not to make eye contact while sipping tea. घर वाले समझते नहीं, especially when every casual question sounds like a pop quiz about caste politics that nobody signed up for.