i literally walked by that coffee shop today where we used to sit and talk for hours and it just hit me how i never told you how much those moments meant to me, now it feels too late. honestly, every time i see your favorite book on the shelf i remember how i wanted to read it together but now it feels like a reminder of everything i lost.
was just sitting there while they talked about their plans for the weekend, and all i could think about was how i still have a stack of bills on my desk from last month, the gas tank is nearly empty and my rent is due next week. like, maybe if i just pretend i have no idea about any of this i can push it out of my mind for a little while longer...
yaar, matlab samjho na, yesterday I went to buy a simple potato peeler and left the store with a 5-tier spice rack because—who needs to peel potatoes when you can have curry seasonings for every mood, right? घर वाले समझते नहीं, like they do not appreciate the tactical decision-making involved in such choices!
yaar, matlab samjho na, yesterday I went to buy a simple potato peeler and left the store with a 5-tier spice rack because—who needs to peel potatoes when you can have curry seasonings for every mood, right? घर वाले समझते नहीं, like they do not appreciate the tactical decision-making involved in such choices!
came home to all this emptiness after years of serving. sometimes i think i traded my whole life for a thank you and a flag, like what even was it for.