yaar, matlab samjho na, my neighbors throw these huge parties every weekend and my tiny apartment just feels even smaller when i can literally hear their laughter and music through the walls. कभी कभी लगता है सबके साथ में वही जश्न में मैं क्यों नहीं हूँ, like, मेरा क्या होगा.
just sat down to look through old recipes because i remembered how much i used to love cooking. now i just stare at the screen wondering why everything feels so hollow when i think about making something that used to bring me joy.
sometimes i sit on my small balcony watching the kids next door set up their tents for sleepovers while my furniture still has price tags on it because i can't afford to replace anything, and i think about how they’ll grow up with these fun memories while i just try to make it through another month without a meltdown, but its like the universe forgot to give me a break.
sometimes i sit on my small balcony watching the kids next door set up their tents for sleepovers while my furniture still has price tags on it because i can't afford to replace anything, and i think about how they’ll grow up with these fun memories while i just try to make it through another month without a meltdown, but its like the universe forgot to give me a break.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, मैंने उन्हें सब कुछ बताया फिर भी चुप्पी। ये matrimonial profiles जो उन्होंने बनाई हैं, वो तो जैसे मेरी जिन्दगी में एक और झूठ घुसेड़ रही हैं।