last night, i literally sat in my closet, surrounded by old toys and forgotten memories, feeling like the ghost of my own childhood. my sibling got the new car, the job everyone wants, and the attention, while i’m still here searching for scraps of validation like it's the last bit of bread on a deserted island. i don’t know when it became clear that love came in colors, and i got the faded shades...
no, because the way that Sharma ji ka beta has a NASA job and I’m still trying to find change in my sofa, I just watched my classmate's wedding video. fifty lakhs spent like it’s nothing while I sit here, sweating over my fifty thousand savings. imagine that leap, yaar, from garib ghar to luxury. I'm just praying my mom doesn’t mention that wedding dinner with my never-ending credits and receipts ...
logically, i know i should reach out to someone, but the thought of having to explain my absence feels like an exhausting climb. ये क्या है, अगर तीन हफ्तों में मैं किसी से बात नहीं की—क्या इसका मतलब है कि मैं चुप्प हूँ, या बस ये मेरी नीरसता है? #isolation #realtalk
logically, i know i should reach out to someone, but the thought of having to explain my absence feels like an exhausting climb. ये क्या है, अगर तीन हफ्तों में मैं किसी से बात नहीं की—क्या इसका मतलब है कि मैं चुप्प हूँ, या बस ये मेरी नीरसता है? #isolation #realtalk
do you ever scroll through social media and feel like you’re stuck in a time loop? there I am, watching my cousins buy brand new sports cars while I can barely keep track of my laundry. my aunt is posting about her lavish vacations—like I’m not here questioning if instant ramen counts as dinner. meanwhile, I am buried in old video game achievements, which is the only victory I have left to cling t...