sat through a funeral only to walk out while my siblings bickered over who gets mom's collection of ceramic frogs like that was gonna fix all the years of trauma – like who needs a therapist when you can fight over frog figurines in front of the casket
न wedding के बाद रात को सोचा कि मैं क्या कर रही हूँ, सब घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये मेरी जिंदगी है और मुझे अभी से फंसाया गया है, salary ठीक ही है लेकिन उन दोस्तों की बातें सुनकर जो सब कुछ सही कर रहे हैं, बहुत बुरा लगता है।
spent the evening rearranging the kitchen, staring at old jars that used to hold spices i forgot i bought, thinking about how the smell of cumin reminded me of that summer. every time i pull out my phone, i remember the number i never texted, and now its just me, the jars, and a lonely kitchen echo.
spent the evening rearranging the kitchen, staring at old jars that used to hold spices i forgot i bought, thinking about how the smell of cumin reminded me of that summer. every time i pull out my phone, i remember the number i never texted, and now its just me, the jars, and a lonely kitchen echo.
was sitting in my kitchen and thought i’d finally try making that sourdough bread everyone raves about but the starter looks like it gave up on life—like me, honestly. now i have a sad bowl of flour and a million unproductive thoughts about how it was supposed to rise but guess what, so was i.