यार, एक बार तो मेरे एक दोस्त ने मेरी पसंदीदा चाय की दुकान के सामने कैफे में सारा दिन बैठके photos खींचें और मुझे नहीं बुलाया, पता नहीं क्यों - जो मेने देखा सबकुछ boring था, बस लगता है कि ये मेरी सजा है। अब, अरे क्यों, कोई समझता नहीं, मैं भी क्यों हर बार अकेले बैटके यही चाय पीने आया हूँ।
i miss the way it felt to be understood by just a glance, now i see people looking at me like a puzzle they don’t want to solve. it feels like i traded my home for silence and an accent that screams stranger.
yaar, matlab samjho na, dowry negotiation feels like a livestock auction, where they were actually talking about my worth like it’s some sale in a bazaar, like “give me 5 cows and a fridge for her” and i just stood there like a trophy piece, कोई समझता نہیں how absurd this whole thing is.
yaar, matlab samjho na, dowry negotiation feels like a livestock auction, where they were actually talking about my worth like it’s some sale in a bazaar, like “give me 5 cows and a fridge for her” and i just stood there like a trophy piece, कोई समझता نہیں how absurd this whole thing is.
i just walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and totally forgot why i opened the fridge, like i stood there staring into the abyss wondering if i wanted ketchup or that expired jar of pickles but then remembered i should probably eat something other than leftover birthday cake again ugh, why is my life like this