i was cleaning out my old notebooks and found that poem i wrote years ago, the one i never shared with anyone. it was like opening a door to this room that’s been locked and now all i can think about is how i let so much time slip away and it never got the chance to breathe.
yaar, matlab samjho na, जब मेरे घर वाले मुझसे पूछते हैं कि मेरी शादी के लिए क्या चाहिए तो लगता है जैसे मैं नीलामी में खड़ा हूं, फ्रीज और सोने की हॉल सेल के लिए बोली लग रही है। बस यही सोचकर हंसना पड़ा कि अगली बार मैं खुद को नीलाम कर दूँ, शायद इससे कुछ बेहतर बिक जाऊँ।
so i went to put on my favorite jacket, the one with the little tear in the sleeve, and realized i had no idea how long it had been since i took it to the tailor. like, a part of me felt nostalgic about it but then i got this wave of panic thinking about how many small things i’ve just let slide and thought maybe if i paid more attention to the little details then i could stop worrying about the big stuff... but ugh, who has time for that?
so i went to put on my favorite jacket, the one with the little tear in the sleeve, and realized i had no idea how long it had been since i took it to the tailor. like, a part of me felt nostalgic about it but then i got this wave of panic thinking about how many small things i’ve just let slide and thought maybe if i paid more attention to the little details then i could stop worrying about the big stuff... but ugh, who has time for that?
امجد يوسف finally caught after 13 years of being the butcher of التضامن — it's about time the world knows what this monster did! sickening how he hid in plain sight while innocent blood stained his hands