पता नहीं, जैसे हर बार जब मैं उस जगह से गुजरता हूँ जहाँ मेरी पहली किताब लिखी थी, तो यादें ताज़ा हो जाती हैं और अब वह सपने की तरह लगता है कि मैं वो सब कर पाऊँगा।
sitting in the living room, looking at the old board games stacked in the corner. so many memories attached to them, but nobody to play with anymore, just me staring at them like they might magically bring someone back.
so the other day i decided to get fancy and made spaghetti but somehow ended up using cocoa powder instead of oregano and served it to my parents. they tried to be nice and eat it, but the look on their faces was just too much, like why is this chocolate pasta even a thing.
so the other day i decided to get fancy and made spaghetti but somehow ended up using cocoa powder instead of oregano and served it to my parents. they tried to be nice and eat it, but the look on their faces was just too much, like why is this chocolate pasta even a thing.
just checked my account and saw i could barely afford the groceries i needed for the week and that bread i wanted to try was just too much, makes me wonder if i should start just eating rice and beans like it's the end of the world or something, feels so ridiculous that this is where i am at 40, takeout on the floor because cooking feels like a luxury and thinking about all the times i saved for s...