so i went to get a donut because why not — a treat for being a chronically ignored patient — and the guy at the counter told me they were out of my favorite, so naturally i started reciting my entire life story to the puzzled staff about how that donut was the only thing keeping me from unraveling, and somehow they all just looked at me like i was auditioning for a tragic comedy instead of orderin...
गजब की बात ये है कि मैं हमेशा परिवार की इज़्ज़त के लिए चुप रह गई, पर अब ये बोझ उठाते उठाते थक गई हूँ और लगा रहा जैसे मैं किसी शो के स्क्रिप्ट का हिस्सा हूँ।
sitting in my small kitchen—barely enough room for a table—while my friends post about their new promotions and shiny offices, and I am still working at this dead-end job in a cubicle, feeling stuck with my paycheck that never seems to stretch far enough, the smell of takeout grease from last week still lingering, just thinking about how I have been eating leftovers since Tuesday, and wondering if I will ever get to escape this cycle.
sitting in my small kitchen—barely enough room for a table—while my friends post about their new promotions and shiny offices, and I am still working at this dead-end job in a cubicle, feeling stuck with my paycheck that never seems to stretch far enough, the smell of takeout grease from last week still lingering, just thinking about how I have been eating leftovers since Tuesday, and wondering if I will ever get to escape this cycle.
i realized i hadn’t eaten all day when my head started pounding at 9pm, it just hit me like, how did i forget this?? now i am debating whether to make cereal or toast but also like, where did my whole day even go