it’s 2am and I’m sitting on my kitchen floor, surrounded by unopened jars of pickles. I bought them because I thought, maybe, they would bring me comfort. now I’m just staring at them, remembering all the times I convinced myself that food would fill the empty spaces in my life. I started crying and... I thought about how many weekends I’ve wasted alone, slowly trying to convince myself that being...
yaar, matlab can you believe it's Friday the 13th again? I used to think it was just a funny superstition until every bad decision from the past two years suddenly flashed through my mind. not one friend to call when I'm feeling down, and somehow the universe always makes my life feel like a horror movie on days like this. was thinking of hosting something, but then I remember I hardly talk to any...
it’s not that i can’t trust them, it’s just that i offered them a ride once, and they spent the entire trip giving directions to their own house while i was just following the GPS. at some point, i thought about steering us off a cliff just to see if they’d finally shut up. forgave them publicly, though. mostly because i wanted to avoid awkward eye contact in the break room, and who knew the real challenge would be trying to act like i didn’t plan an escape route the next time they asked for a lift?
it’s not that i can’t trust them, it’s just that i offered them a ride once, and they spent the entire trip giving directions to their own house while i was just following the GPS. at some point, i thought about steering us off a cliff just to see if they’d finally shut up. forgave them publicly, though. mostly because i wanted to avoid awkward eye contact in the break room, and who knew the real challenge would be trying to act like i didn’t plan an escape route the next time they asked for a lift?
when rinku singh hits a six, i can't help but feel a strange mix of pride and loneliness, like watching friends get flats while i’m still sharing a room with my parents, hiding my loans like dirty laundry. nobody understands that every clap for a cricketer is a reminder of dreams not chased, of countless contacts in my phone that feel more like wallpaper. sometimes i scroll through my chat list, w...