sometimes i stare at the blank wall and wonder if i would recognize my own voice if i spoke into the silence, like i could just forget how to communicate entirely and no one would even notice.
yaar, matlab samjho na, it is wild to think my brother is stuck in this village chained up like a dog while the neighbors chant about evil spirits when we both know the real haunting is just the system failing him - घर वाले समझते नहीं, sab sirf baatein karte hain.
i sat scrolling through my contacts—staring at names that felt like ghosts, wondering if there was something i could say to bring back the past or if that was just me chasing the sound of silence while my mother lay a world away, muted by screens and distance.
i sat scrolling through my contacts—staring at names that felt like ghosts, wondering if there was something i could say to bring back the past or if that was just me chasing the sound of silence while my mother lay a world away, muted by screens and distance.