just cleaned the one corner of my kitchen where the sun hits just right, thought maybe if i can pretend my space is clean my brain will follow, meanwhile my friends are throwing parties at their new places, one of them just got a promotion, meanwhile i still have boxes everywhere and the pizza boxes on the counter feel like a monument to failure, feeling the weight of that, the weight of it all.
so there i am, trying to bake a cake for my friend's birthday, and i somehow end up with flour on the ceiling, sugar stuck to my face, and the oven timer playing that evil laugh sound from some movie because i forgot it and now the cake is an actual lump of charcoal that could double as a doorstop—guess i should start a cake decorating business specializing in disaster, at least my talents would b...
i just found a twenty dollar bill in the pocket of a jacket i haven't worn in forever - thought it was going to be nothing but lint and maybe a crumpled receipt or something, but this is like finding GOLD. the dread of figuring out where my money went just vanished in an instant and now i can actually buy lunch tomorrow.
i just found a twenty dollar bill in the pocket of a jacket i haven't worn in forever - thought it was going to be nothing but lint and maybe a crumpled receipt or something, but this is like finding GOLD. the dread of figuring out where my money went just vanished in an instant and now i can actually buy lunch tomorrow.
yaar, matlab samjho na, it is funny how the justice system thinks years are some kind of healing process when all it does is turn scars into memories. घर वाले समझते नहीं, they think we can just forget while i am still avoiding mirrors.