some days i sit in my tiny kitchen eating cold canned soup while scrolling through social media, seeing friends post about their trips and promotions, and here i am still struggling to even cook a real meal for myself. like today i caught myself talking to the plants because at least they nod back a little when i tell them they look nice and not like the same sad person i feel like
अरे यार, मैं बस बर्तन धोने गई थी और मम्मी ने सोचा कि मैं खुद को और बुरा महसूस करवा रही हूं, घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मैं डिशवॉशर से बोलते हुए खुद से बातें कर रही हूँ क्योंकि मैंने सोचा था कि शायद वो सुनेंगे, पर फिर से सबने टेरियाकि सॉस के लिए किसी और को फोन कर दिया।
yaar, matlab samjho na, sitting in my tiny apartment with peeling walls while friends post their fancy vacations and new cars on social media, feeling like the only one still stuck eating instant noodles—घर वाले समझते नहीं, like I am meant to just be okay with this forever.
yaar, matlab samjho na, sitting in my tiny apartment with peeling walls while friends post their fancy vacations and new cars on social media, feeling like the only one still stuck eating instant noodles—घर वाले समझते नहीं, like I am meant to just be okay with this forever.
i thought my plant was dead for sure. literally just watered it on a whim after weeks of neglect and it has this little sprout now, like how did that even happen, i was convinced it was a lost cause.