so i finally decided to clean my closet and ended up getting distracted by a jacket i thought i lost years ago. 45 minutes later, i find my old mixtapes and start questioning all my life choices while singing in the mirror like it’s 2003, meanwhile, the closet is STILL a disaster and now i have a full-blown identity crisis.
زندگی میں کچھ خوابوں کو ٹوٹتے دیکھنا مشکل ہوتا ہے۔ ایک دوست نے اپنی خوشی کے دن کہنے دیا کہ کچھ چیزیں تقدیر کی بات ہیں، پر میں جانتا تھا کہ یہ کچھ اور ہے۔
yaar, matlab samjho na, aaj kisi ne bola "bad luck" to bas itna suna aur samajh nahi aaya ki yeh luck ke saath kya connection hai, par mein sirf itna soch raha tha ki shaadi shuda log toh true mein dating se bhi zyada ke chaos mein hain—घर वाले समझते नहीं.
yaar, matlab samjho na, aaj kisi ne bola "bad luck" to bas itna suna aur samajh nahi aaya ki yeh luck ke saath kya connection hai, par mein sirf itna soch raha tha ki shaadi shuda log toh true mein dating se bhi zyada ke chaos mein hain—घर वाले समझते नहीं.
so i sent a fifteen minute voice note to my old college roommate thinking it was my mom and now she thinks i want to start a podcast about my obsession with ceiling fans like who even does that, and now i am considering just becoming a ceiling fan influencer for the fun of it because this is where we are now, people.