so i finally sat down to write my own personal statement for disability and it felt like composing a love letter to my invisible illness, but then the pen ran out of ink and it was like the universe was screaming at me to “prove it” while laughing in my face like a cruel stand-up act.
yaar, matlab samjho na, literally every time I walk past that new cafe with fancy lattes, I remember how my bread and butter is instant noodles, और ये कोई समझता नहीं, मुझे literally सच्चाई के बारे में बात करने का मन करता है।
kuch dino se soch raha hoon, meri ek dost ki hair ka color kabhi change hota nahi, woh bas wahi bright blonde rakhti hai jabke uski life totally messed up hai, aur mai jo har cheez thoda karne ki koshish karta hoon, woh toh bhoot bhi samjh raha hai ke kuch nahi ho raha, ghar ki walls ko bhi sab kuch sahi lag raha hai lekin asli zindagi mere dimag se bahar hai, yaar.
kuch dino se soch raha hoon, meri ek dost ki hair ka color kabhi change hota nahi, woh bas wahi bright blonde rakhti hai jabke uski life totally messed up hai, aur mai jo har cheez thoda karne ki koshish karta hoon, woh toh bhoot bhi samjh raha hai ke kuch nahi ho raha, ghar ki walls ko bhi sab kuch sahi lag raha hai lekin asli zindagi mere dimag se bahar hai, yaar.
yaar, matlab samjho na, every day i wake up in this house full of love and acceptance but still feel like a guest who overstayed, और उनके चेहरे पर वो दया की झलक हमेशा होती है, जैसे मैं एक सेल्फ-स्टार्वेड बुखार होऊँ जिसे कोई डाक्टर भी नहीं देखना चाहता.