मुझे समझ नहीं आता, दिन भर काम में लगी रहती हूँ और बस इस arranged marriage में adjust कर रही हूँ जैसे ये सब एक business deal हो, जैसे घर वाले बस ये बोलने के लिए हैं कि adjust कर लो, कोई समझता नहीं कि मेरे भी emotions हैं.
بس آج اپنی چھت کی دکان پر کھڑا ہو کر سوچ رہا تھا کہ پتہ نہیں کیا کر رہا ہوں، بچوں کے چپس کی دیوانگی نے اتنی بڑی مقدار میں بکھر دی تھی کہ کھڑے ہونے کی جگہ نہیں تھی، yaar, اپنی ہی ہوشیاری پر ہنسی آ رہی تھی۔ کسی نے آ کر پوچھا کہ یہ کیا ہو رہا ہے، میں بس یہی بول سکا کہ آپ کو کیا سمجھتا ہوں، کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔
sometimes i look at my old drawings and wonder what my life would be like if i had taken art seriously, like it was this weird whisper telling me to create and i just… ignored it. now i am relearning basic things and it feels like that regret weighs more than the actual stroke did.
sometimes i look at my old drawings and wonder what my life would be like if i had taken art seriously, like it was this weird whisper telling me to create and i just… ignored it. now i am relearning basic things and it feels like that regret weighs more than the actual stroke did.
the other day i spilled a whole bottle of essential oils everywhere trying to calm my nerves—my house smelled like a fancy spa mixed with a sad desperation and now i just keep finding slippery spots everywhere, like i live in a weird wellness horror film.