so last week at a friend's birthday party, i thought i was being clever and sent this super deep poem about friendship to the group chat but accidentally sent it to my dentist instead. and i just pictured him reading it while sitting there with a drill in his hand, like uh, awkward much?
یار، سمجھو نا please، مجھے بس ہر دفعہ نمبر کا حساب کرنا آتا ہے اور میرے دوست لوگوں کی گوری گھرانے سے آرہے ہیں۔ اب میری زندگی literally کامپلیکس محسوس ہوتی ہے جب وہ اپنے فلیٹس اور دوکاریں لے کے آتے ہیں اور مجھے یہی دو نشانات کی کمی پہ پریشانی ہوتی ہے۔
cannot believe she actually smiled today, thought i was losing her for good, doctors called with good news and i just burst into tears, yaar, matlab samjho na, जब तक वो ठीक नहीं होती, सब कुछ अधूरा लगता है
cannot believe she actually smiled today, thought i was losing her for good, doctors called with good news and i just burst into tears, yaar, matlab samjho na, जब तक वो ठीक नहीं होती, सब कुछ अधूरा लगता है
so i told him what happened back then and he just had to ask what i was wearing — like it mattered, you know? scrolling through contacts and realizing all the people i thought i had a connection with are just... gone, like what do i even say now.