so i sent a fifteen minute voice note to my old college roommate thinking it was my mom and now she thinks i want to start a podcast about my obsession with ceiling fans like who even does that, and now i am considering just becoming a ceiling fan influencer for the fun of it because this is where we are now, people.
i sat through the entire meeting—smiling, nodding, pretending everything was fine—while my mind kept replaying the silence that filled my apartment after i lost everything, and i feel like nobody even sees me.
yaar, matlab samjho na, jab meri apartment ka door khul gaya, bas samjha tha kuch nahin hoga, aur sab mere colleagues ka project dekh kar kahan mile. मैं बस वहीं अकेले बैठा था, घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मेरा यार बनने का बस वही तरीका है, लेकिन वो क्या जाने — life is so damn empty.
yaar, matlab samjho na, jab meri apartment ka door khul gaya, bas samjha tha kuch nahin hoga, aur sab mere colleagues ka project dekh kar kahan mile. मैं बस वहीं अकेले बैठा था, घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मेरा यार बनने का बस वही तरीका है, लेकिन वो क्या जाने — life is so damn empty.
i cannot believe it but the stray cat finally let me pet her today after weeks of feeding her, like i was so stressed she would always run away, and now she just curled up beside me while i was on the porch, koi samajh nahi aa raha tha kya ho gaya.