sometimes i think about the times i could have reached out to my family but just didn’t, it eats at me that i chose to be silent while they were worried sick, now i feel like a ghost even in the spaces i used to belong to.
घर वाले समझते नहीं—मेरी शादी के लिए जैसे कोई नीलामी चल रही थी, appliances और सोने के सिक्कों के बीच मुझे खड़ा देख रहे थे, कभी कभी लगा कि किसी बैल की तरह मोल भाव हो रहा है। जब मैं यह सब देख रहा था तो बस यही सोच रहा था कि ये सब देखकर क्या कोई जानता भी है कि मैं कौन हूँ।
just sitting in my tiny apartment, a one-bedroom filled with thrift store furniture, while my friends buy houses and take vacations, like how is that fair, and I keep replaying my sad little paycheck like a record stuck on the same note, never changing, and I see their smiling pictures and think of my empty fridge and it feels so so so heavy.
just sitting in my tiny apartment, a one-bedroom filled with thrift store furniture, while my friends buy houses and take vacations, like how is that fair, and I keep replaying my sad little paycheck like a record stuck on the same note, never changing, and I see their smiling pictures and think of my empty fridge and it feels so so so heavy.
so last week this random neighbor walked up while i was gardening and asked if i was going to start a flower shop and i just stood there nodding like i was plotting a whole career change when really i just wanted to grow some tomatoes and not talk to anyone