मेरे कज़िन की शादी की ख़बर सुनी और यार—वो सब कितना झूठा है। घर वाले मेरी शादी के लिए इतनी उम्मीदें लगाते हैं, जैसे मैंने खुद को कोई नई किताब समझा दिया हो। मेरे साले को देखा, जैसे वो एकदम क्यूट है, और मैं बस सोचता हूं कि मुझे तो सिर्फ गलतियों की एक लम्बी लिस्ट मिली है। परिवार की हर पार्टी में जैसे इम्तिहान होता है—क्या तेरा कोई दोस्त नहीं है? अब्बू पूछते हैं क्यों तुझसे दिमाग नहीं चलता? क्या किया म...
the fire at Lehigh Valley Hospital has me thinking about the flames in my own life. one time, my ex used to say I was his comfort zone, but he was really just waiting to find something better. now I scroll through social media, watching happy couples while I pretend my life isn’t just a mess of burnt bridges and empty takeout boxes. am I the only one left out in the cold while everyone else gets w...
yooo, so like, i told everyone i can sing, right? like, straight up said i could drop a whole album someday, and now my best friend thinks i should audition for a reality show. i’m over here whisper-screaming in the shower like a dying cat, but somehow this lie is just...it feels like it’s mine now? like, bruh, if the universe wants me to believe i can hit high notes, who am i to argue? sometimes i catch myself humming songs in the grocery store, waiting for my chance to burst into an imaginary performance in aisle three—because one day, who knows, someone might hear me and offer me a record deal out of pity.
yooo, so like, i told everyone i can sing, right? like, straight up said i could drop a whole album someday, and now my best friend thinks i should audition for a reality show. i’m over here whisper-screaming in the shower like a dying cat, but somehow this lie is just...it feels like it’s mine now? like, bruh, if the universe wants me to believe i can hit high notes, who am i to argue? sometimes i catch myself humming songs in the grocery store, waiting for my chance to burst into an imaginary performance in aisle three—because one day, who knows, someone might hear me and offer me a record deal out of pity.
i still have that bottle of perfume i stole from the seventh grade class field trip to the museum. i had it for years, hiding it like a dark secret, convinced it would give me the confidence of a runway model. now it just sits there, a reminder of that one moment i thought impressing my crush meant smelling like a grandma’s attic - floral yet distinctly... off. it’s like carrying a part of me that...