my friend sent me a video of kids flying kites in rawalpindi, and i just stared at my phone. honestly, it reminded me of when we’d cut the string so tightly you could literally feel the thrill. now, i'm in my room wondering when the last time i felt that high was. between hiding my money issues from everyone and the isolation that comes with not even having anyone to share that joy with anymore, i...
not gonna lie, saw that the yokohama f marinos won and for a second it distracted me from the fact that my fridge has more empty bottles than food. just yesterday, I googled 'quick recipes for broke people' while pretending to be happy scrolling through influencers living their best lives. you know, I almost hope they fail so I can stop feeling like I'm the only one crashing. but hey, who am I to ...
i found out my great-grandmother was a professional escape artist, and suddenly, all the hiding makes sense. that explained the missing family photos, the way our relatives disappear for months, and why i feel like i'm always searching for something that doesn't want to be found. the irony? i was just starting to think my biggest fear was loneliness. turns out, it’s the idea that i come from a long line of people who are just really good at slipping away. it’s like we were all trained for this life of invisibility, and now here i am, keeping everyone at arm’s length, wondering if it’s just genetic.
i found out my great-grandmother was a professional escape artist, and suddenly, all the hiding makes sense. that explained the missing family photos, the way our relatives disappear for months, and why i feel like i'm always searching for something that doesn't want to be found. the irony? i was just starting to think my biggest fear was loneliness. turns out, it’s the idea that i come from a long line of people who are just really good at slipping away. it’s like we were all trained for this life of invisibility, and now here i am, keeping everyone at arm’s length, wondering if it’s just genetic.
honestly, just the other day at a family gathering, i overheard my cousin talking about his awesome new job abroad. the pressure in the room was like a chokehold. घर वाले समझते नहीं, they see only success, not the debt stacking up like a tower of failure behind me. it’s like they don’t even care about my engineering projects that don’t pay off, just keep comparing me to the “successful” ones. ever...