yaar, matlab samjho na, mein ek achha kitab kharidne ka soch raha tha lekin tab se har baar wohi bekar wala stall yaad aata hai jab mujhe khoj raha tha woh purani koi zindagi ki kitab aur aakhir mein sirf cheap novels mila, ghar wale samjhte nahi kyun yeh mujhe itna chiraakhta hai.
yaar, it has been six years and we are still in the same place, the witnesses keep changing their stories like my aunties change their opinions about my career choices. कोई समझتا نہیں that this is not just a game for me, it's my daughter’s life at stake.
working full time while pretending to keep it all together as my parent forgets the last time they knew me is honestly like trying to run a marathon in flip flops, except i just stepped on a rusty nail or something. like, some days i forget if i’m the caretaker or just an overly enthusiastic reality show producer in a really dark episode of life where nobody wins and the plot twists just keep coming…
working full time while pretending to keep it all together as my parent forgets the last time they knew me is honestly like trying to run a marathon in flip flops, except i just stepped on a rusty nail or something. like, some days i forget if i’m the caretaker or just an overly enthusiastic reality show producer in a really dark episode of life where nobody wins and the plot twists just keep coming…
yaar, matlab samjho na, last week at work i was trying to explain a project and ended up mixing names, called my boss by my roommate's name in front of everyone and it just got awkward... घर वाले समझते नहीं why i was so embarrassed.