sitting in the grocery aisle staring at a million types of mustard because who even needs this many options while trying to remember if i actually came here for anything other than dinner or just to escape the noise at home and what if i just left empty handed, would anyone notice.
so i was at this random park—totally vibing, right? and then i realized i had a giant bird poop on my shoulder—like how does that even happen?
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जब मैं कहीं घुसता हूँ तो महसूस होता है कि मेरा नाम नहीं, मेरा जाति बताता है सबको और वो चुपचाप दरवाज़े बंद कर लेते हैं।
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जब मैं कहीं घुसता हूँ तो महसूस होता है कि मेरा नाम नहीं, मेरा जाति बताता है सबको और वो चुपचाप दरवाज़े बंद कर लेते हैं।
sometimes i think about that time i got really mad at someone for a dumb reason and then i just shut them out—like really shut them out—and now i miss them but i dont know how to fix it and it just feels like a dumb regret hanging over me.