i was cleaning out some old boxes today and found a collection of those little kids' art projects from preschool that i completely forgot about. it felt like there was this big hole where all those memories should be, just kind of floating around with nobody to remember them with.
कुछ दिन पहले मैंने देखा कि मेरे कुछ दोस्त अपनी नई कारें दिखा रहे थे और मैं अपनी पुरानी साइकिल के साथ खड़ा था, वही साइकिल जो मैं अपनी डिग्री के बाद से चला रहा हूं, अब मुझे बस इस चिंता का सामना करना है कि नौकरी ना मिलने पर अगले महीने कैसे काम चलाऊँगा, मेरा वीसा भी खत्म होने वाला है और मम्मी-पापा ने मेरे लिए कितना कर्ज लिया है.
so i was trying to enjoy my coffee when i overheard my neighbor talking about their cat’s secret hiding spot, like who cares but now i can’t stop thinking about where this little fluffball is actually keeping its toys, ugh it’s just a cat but still kind of makes me feel lonely and weirdly nostalgic, remembering when everything seemed like an adventure not just living next door to cat gossip.
so i was trying to enjoy my coffee when i overheard my neighbor talking about their cat’s secret hiding spot, like who cares but now i can’t stop thinking about where this little fluffball is actually keeping its toys, ugh it’s just a cat but still kind of makes me feel lonely and weirdly nostalgic, remembering when everything seemed like an adventure not just living next door to cat gossip.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि डॉक्टर के पास जाना ज़रूरी है, वो तो बस ये समझते हैं कि उसका चेन में होना इलाज है। यार, matlab samjho na, possession se zyada तो ये सब padosiyon ki जुबान पर चलता है।