just remembered that time i confidently asked a cashier if they had any gluten-free chicken at a deli. like what even is that and how did i think it made sense, the look on their face was priceless but it still haunts me.
i just spent an afternoon organizing my spice rack and all i could think about was how my buddy from high school is now running a restaurant and i cant even keep my apartment clean, like i have saffron sitting there but it feels like a joke with my 800 dollar a month rent and an empty fridge, sometimes it just hits me that the flag they gave me feels more like a reminder of what i lost than a badg...
yaar, matlab samjho na, sleeping on the hospital floor for three weeks really makes you question why I am the one who cares while my siblings are like “money ka kya karna hai” when they cannot even bother to visit. घर वाले समझते नहीं, man, feeling like the unpaid caregiver in a really sad sitcom.
yaar, matlab samjho na, sleeping on the hospital floor for three weeks really makes you question why I am the one who cares while my siblings are like “money ka kya karna hai” when they cannot even bother to visit. घर वाले समझते नहीं, man, feeling like the unpaid caregiver in a really sad sitcom.
कभी-कभी सोचता हूँ कि जब मैं छोटे थे, तब जो खेत पर हुआ उस दिन हम सब हंस रहे थे और अब वो तस्वीरें इतनी दुःख देती हैं, लेकिन पता नहीं क्यों, कभी वो बातें शेयर नहीं कर पाता।