घर वाले समझते नहीं, मेरी किताबें मेरे साथी हैं, पर जब पढ़ते पढ़ते याद आता है वो दोस्त जो किताबों के लिए बैठा करता था, तो बस अकेलापन, अकेलापन भारी लगने लगता है।
yaar, matlab samjho na, my brother's been treated like he’s possessed instead of getting real help, और अब उसे बिस्तर से चेन करके रखा है, it's like we live in a horror movie but with the wrong script. सच्ची बात ये है कि कोई समझता नहीं, and the irony is not lost on me; where's the empathy when you need it most?
so i finally got around to trying that elaborate recipe that takes five hours and a dozen weird ingredients, right. end up with a burnt mess and now my smoke alarm is giving me the side-eye like it can judge my life choices.
so i finally got around to trying that elaborate recipe that takes five hours and a dozen weird ingredients, right. end up with a burnt mess and now my smoke alarm is giving me the side-eye like it can judge my life choices.
just got the results back from my art submission and they accepted it into the gallery. like, i was so convinced it would get rejected and was already dreading the fallout but now i just feel light and grateful that i actually put myself out there.