i just found out my old childhood friend from across the street actually became an artist and their gallery show is next week and i literally thought i would never see them again and was dreading that awkward run-in after all these years but now i can just go and be super proud and it feels so unreal that life turned out like this.
yaar, matlab samjho na, aaj kal toh तो दरवाज़े पे चिट्टी का जवाब देने के लिए भी सोचने की ज़रूरत पड़ती है जैसे सिस्टर स्कूल की फील्ड ट्रिप पे गई हो और मैंने उसे सब्जी की दुकान पर ख़रीददारी करने के लिए भेजा हो, और फिर समझने लग जाओ कि बिन समझे चीज़ें ख़रीदना इतना मुश्किल है कि दरवाज़े पर लिफाफा लेके खड़ा मैं सच में अब बोलने लगा हूँ, बस इसी पे!
every time i see that potato salad at family gatherings, i feel this knot in my stomach because it reminds me of the anger i never let out, the secrets everyone pretends to forget. it makes me sick that we all smile while inside we are hiding so much hurt.
every time i see that potato salad at family gatherings, i feel this knot in my stomach because it reminds me of the anger i never let out, the secrets everyone pretends to forget. it makes me sick that we all smile while inside we are hiding so much hurt.
the other day at the store i completely blanked on what i went in for — like, seriously stood there staring at the chips and milk trying to remember. i hate how easy it is to just lose track of everything and come out empty handed.