wait. my parents are getting divorced and now I’m the one who has to break the news about the couch being split between them. as if I'm some kind of judge in a court for furniture, when all I can think about is how both of them chose to ditch their vows but want me to play therapist. who knew sharing a couch could be more complicated than a custody battle?
yaar, every family gathering feels like an interrogation panel, matlab, they ask my younger cousin about their flat like it’s an Olympic gold medal, and here I am at thirty, still at home. they don’t understand how I sacrificed everything to be here, working endlessly, but nothing seems to satisfy their expectations. it’s like I’m failing an exam I didn’t even get a chance to study for. sometimes ...
last night, i saw a post about the cricket match and all i could think was how even the USA is managing better than me. while everyone's celebrating the teams, i am here stuck in family gatherings where every other person is asking when i’ll settle down, as if marriage is my ticket out of this mess. लोग समझते नहीं कि मेरा हर दिन इसी सवाल में सिमटा है, उधर सब instagram पर picture-perfect जीवन जी रहे हैं, और मुझे अपने ही सपनों में लगा हुआ डर लग रहा है. what if this pressure breaks me instead of making me stronger? #IndVsNed #PressureToConform
last night, i saw a post about the cricket match and all i could think was how even the USA is managing better than me. while everyone's celebrating the teams, i am here stuck in family gatherings where every other person is asking when i’ll settle down, as if marriage is my ticket out of this mess. लोग समझते नहीं कि मेरा हर दिन इसी सवाल में सिमटा है, उधर सब instagram पर picture-perfect जीवन जी रहे हैं, और मुझे अपने ही सपनों में लगा हुआ डर लग रहा है. what if this pressure breaks me instead of making me stronger? #IndVsNed #PressureToConform
it’s wild how someone you grew up with can act like you’re a total stranger now. do they think I forgot the countless hours we spent digging through the same old junk at the flea market? or the secrets we shared over cherry soda on summer nights? I mean, does recognition only count when it’s convenient, or… I don’t know, am I just supposed to pretend that didn’t happen too?