so i finally found the one remaining sock in the house, the last survivor of the laundry war, and as i held it up like it was the holy grail, i realized i was having an actual existential crisis about sock existence while my toddler threw a tantrum over a crayon, like how did this become my life and do i need a therapist or just better laundry skills.
the only thing i remember from the day they told me she was gone is the smell of the flowers — everything else feels like a fog, and now people say at least we had each other but they have no idea how empty it feels to lose half of your own self.
यार, literally मैं सोच रहा था कि सब्ज़ियाँ लेने जाऊँगा और पता चला कि खाता चेक करने पर कोई पैसे नहीं हैं। घर वाले समझते नहीं, seriously मैं क्या करूँगा अब।
यार, literally मैं सोच रहा था कि सब्ज़ियाँ लेने जाऊँगा और पता चला कि खाता चेक करने पर कोई पैसे नहीं हैं। घर वाले समझते नहीं, seriously मैं क्या करूँगा अब।
so i moved to this new country thinking it would be a fresh start and literally my biggest social interaction now is with the barista who definitely knows my order better than i do, but i still feel like a background character in a film nobody is watching, just me and my awful accent awkwardly ordering a “caffè latte” while they look at me like i just summoned a demon.