so there i am in the grocery store parking lot, heart racing like i'm about to win an Olympic medal, and all i wanted was some milk but instead i’m having a full-on existential crisis about the avocados like are they really worth my sanity, because it feels like i need a life coach just to pick produce.
हर दिन ये सोचता हूँ कि क्यूँ मेरे पास कुछ नहीं है, जब कोई बिल या एक छोटी सी चीज़ भी खरीदनी होती है तो मुसीबत में पड़ जाता हूँ — अपनी हालत देखकर ऐसा लगता है जैसे मैं बस वक़्त बर्बाद कर रहा हूँ, कोई समझता नहीं।
sat at the funeral—my siblings bickering over things that don't even matter while the one person we should be mourning is gone and nobody even noticed i walked out into the cold silence, scrolling through my contacts wondering who i could have called to help me breathe through it all.
sat at the funeral—my siblings bickering over things that don't even matter while the one person we should be mourning is gone and nobody even noticed i walked out into the cold silence, scrolling through my contacts wondering who i could have called to help me breathe through it all.
yaar, matlab samjho na, it is like every time i look at the family photo albums, all those smiles make me feel so alone, like, कोई समझता नहीं what is hiding behind all those memories. फिर सोचती हूँ, क्या कभी कोई ऐसा होगा जो इन तस्वीरों के बारे में समझ पाएगा?