so my neighbor decided to practice his saxophone at 2 am, which is honestly a huge hit of chaos when you realize he plays the same two notes on repeat like he's trying to summon a jazz demon, and at this point, I’m debating if calling the cops counts as waking the jazz police or just making it worse for myself.
cleaned my coffee table today and felt really proud but then realized it was my third cup of tea and i still have that nasty scratch on the sofa from the cat so yeah productive day right? but then i thought about how i spent my last ten dollars on another overpriced candle that probably just smells like disappointment and now i'm kind of regretting that.
जिन लोगों से मैंने बातें की थीं, अब वो सब नहीं हैं, मोबाइल में नंबर हैं पर कोई याद नहीं आता, अकेले में सोचते-सोचते लगता है जैसे मेरी ज़िंदगी एक matrimonial site है, कोई समझता नहीं, सिर्फ fake energy है, yaar, matlab samjho na.
जिन लोगों से मैंने बातें की थीं, अब वो सब नहीं हैं, मोबाइल में नंबर हैं पर कोई याद नहीं आता, अकेले में सोचते-सोचते लगता है जैसे मेरी ज़िंदगी एक matrimonial site है, कोई समझता नहीं, सिर्फ fake energy है, yaar, matlab samjho na.
i just found a small piece of mail from an old friend i lost touch with ages ago and somehow reading their words felt like receiving a hug—like maybe this life is still worth it, even though sometimes at night i check the locks and remember that winter and wonder how it can be both heavy and light in my chest at the same time.