Kasht faar ahet ya jivana madhe
i was half-asleep and checked their phone out of curiosity - saw they had a whole folder dedicated to their shower thoughts. and honestly, the last one was “do pigeons think i am a giant pigeon?” now i can’t look them in the eye without picturing them planning a wild conspiracy theory about avian politics.
literally opened the door to my parents, and they caught me – standing in my living room in my pajama onesie with the hood up, eating cereal straight from the box, while attempting to train my cactus to dance. like, how was I supposed to explain the dried pasta sculptures on the walls were my ART? I told them I was “exploring mixed media.”
literally opened the door to my parents, and they caught me – standing in my living room in my pajama onesie with the hood up, eating cereal straight from the box, while attempting to train my cactus to dance. like, how was I supposed to explain the dried pasta sculptures on the walls were my ART? I told them I was “exploring mixed media.”
Kya re kya kar raila mama