yaar, matlab samjho na, aaj kisi ne bola "bad luck" to bas itna suna aur samajh nahi aaya ki yeh luck ke saath kya connection hai, par mein sirf itna soch raha tha ki shaadi shuda log toh true mein dating se bhi zyada ke chaos mein hain—घर वाले समझते नहीं.
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.
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.