signed up for a pottery class thinking i could be zen and maybe make something beautiful but halfway through i just thought about how much i hate getting my hands dirty and realized i might be better suited to a cozy couch with snacks instead. like did i really sign up to sculpt my self-doubt into clay or just pretend like i know what i am doing while everyone else actually creates something usefu...
i cannot believe i actually got the vintage record i was dreaming of for months – thought it would slip through my fingers but somehow it happened. felt like everything was stacked against me with the timing and money worries but here i am holding it and grinning like a kid on christmas.
yaar, matlab samjho na, after 6 years of this case and every witness suddenly developing amnesia, it feels like my daughter's story is now just a really bad episode of a soap opera no one asked for. जब बस सारे मोड़ पे उम्मीद टूट जाए, तो सिर्फ हंसी ही रह जाती है.
yaar, matlab samjho na, after 6 years of this case and every witness suddenly developing amnesia, it feels like my daughter's story is now just a really bad episode of a soap opera no one asked for. जब बस सारे मोड़ पे उम्मीद टूट जाए, तो सिर्फ हंसी ही रह जाती है.
so I found this box in the back of my closet filled with stuff from my past—old love letters, random mementos, and now I am sitting here trying to figure out which version of myself I should have been rooting for because I can't remember who any of those people were. it's like digging up a graveyard of dreams and all I have left are bad puns from terrible jokes that make me cringe but also kind of...