بس یار، زندگی نے اچانک پلٹا کھایا، خیال تھا یہ سودا خراب ہوگا، لیکن جیسے جیسے بات چلی، سب ٹھیک نکل آیا اور میرا دل جیسے ہوا میں اڑنے لگا، کوئی سمجھتا نہیں کہ کس طرح اس تیزی سے پلٹ گیا سب کچھ۔
घर वाले समझते नहीं - सिर्फ तीन सालों में बाप ने फसल का सपना देखा था और अब वो सड़ा हुआ अनाज मुझसे कटकर पूरे दिन यारों की बातों में छुपा है, जबकि बाकी लोग सरकारी बौने आश्वासन पर जश्न मना रहे हैं। सिर्फ पचास हजार की सालाना कमाई और चौतरफा नजरें - चिल्ला नहीं पाता बस निगाहें फटी हुई।
why is it that every time i go to the grocery store for one specific item, i come home with a cart full of random snacks and somehow forgot the actual thing i needed? like am i running a snack store or was it bread i wanted, who even knows anymore, clearly the universe does not want me to make sandwiches.
why is it that every time i go to the grocery store for one specific item, i come home with a cart full of random snacks and somehow forgot the actual thing i needed? like am i running a snack store or was it bread i wanted, who even knows anymore, clearly the universe does not want me to make sandwiches.
just sent this long ramble about my thoughts on hustling to the wrong number and now im spiraling, thinking how did i think anyone would care about my struggles with feeling like im never doing enough. cant believe i put my heart into that voice note for someone who will never understand how exhausting it is to feel guilty for taking a break.