घर वाले समझते नहीं कि एक महीना हो गया, मैं हर रोज़ वही खाना बनाकर खा रही हूँ और वो सब यहाँ से दूर अपने लाइफ में मस्त हैं। अब बस यही सोचती हूँ कि क्या कभी आएंगे, ये तो कोई बात नहीं।
just walked by the old cafe we used to go to and i realized i can't even afford a cup of coffee there anymore, which is wild because that used to be nothing but now it feels like i literally can't catch a break, even my cravings feel like a luxury i have to plan for.
yaar, matlab samjho na, 98 percent mile toh ghar wale ka kehna hai ki 2 mark ka kya hua, jaise khud ko kisi UPSC ki tayyari ke exam mein hoon aur main unko bola ki marks ka stress bhi do minute aaram se bitao toh shayad aakhir at least 99 percent mil jaega, koi samjhta nahi!
yaar, matlab samjho na, 98 percent mile toh ghar wale ka kehna hai ki 2 mark ka kya hua, jaise khud ko kisi UPSC ki tayyari ke exam mein hoon aur main unko bola ki marks ka stress bhi do minute aaram se bitao toh shayad aakhir at least 99 percent mil jaega, koi samjhta nahi!
some days i wonder if i should just walk into a crowded place and yell "surprise! im illegal!" just to see who'd get more uncomfortable, me or them, but then i remember that living on the edge is only fun when you are not at risk of immediate deportation.