इस वक़्त जब मेरी मम्मी पड़ोसियों को ये बता रही थी कि मेरा नाम इस बार 'सर्वश्रेष्ठ युवा लेखक' के लिए नामांकित हुआ, मैं बस यही सोच रहा था कि पन्ने को भरने के लिए फिर से मेरी जो गंधक कलम है वो अटका हुआ है, जबकि मेरे दोस्त पेंटिंग्स बना रहे हैं, किताबों के फ़ेस्टिवल में जा रहे हैं, और मैं बस सोफे पर बैठ कर अपनी डायरियों की गंदी पन्ने पर खींची गई एक रेखा के बारे में सोचता हूं। मतलब घरवाले समझते नहीं कि...
i thought splurging on a vintage leather jacket would make me feel like a cool rebellious artist—but when the bill arrived, it hit like a brick. i wore it once to feel special, but mostly, it just hangs there judging me while i reach for my five-dollar hoodie. maybe my true passion is just collecting bad decisions disguised as 'treat yourself' moments. #lifechoices #whydididoit
last night, i literally sat in my closet, surrounded by old toys and forgotten memories, feeling like the ghost of my own childhood. my sibling got the new car, the job everyone wants, and the attention, while i’m still here searching for scraps of validation like it's the last bit of bread on a deserted island. i don’t know when it became clear that love came in colors, and i got the faded shades. honestly, i feel like a character in a story nobody wants to read.
last night, i literally sat in my closet, surrounded by old toys and forgotten memories, feeling like the ghost of my own childhood. my sibling got the new car, the job everyone wants, and the attention, while i’m still here searching for scraps of validation like it's the last bit of bread on a deserted island. i don’t know when it became clear that love came in colors, and i got the faded shades. honestly, i feel like a character in a story nobody wants to read.
no, because the way that Sharma ji ka beta has a NASA job and I’m still trying to find change in my sofa, I just watched my classmate's wedding video. fifty lakhs spent like it’s nothing while I sit here, sweating over my fifty thousand savings. imagine that leap, yaar, from garib ghar to luxury. I'm just praying my mom doesn’t mention that wedding dinner with my never-ending credits and receipts ...