बात ये है कि जब भी मैं किताबें देखती हूँ, तो एक अजीब सा एहसास होता है जैसे मेरे सामने खड़ा कोई है जो मेरे लिए पढ़ता है, और ये समझना कि मेरे भाई तो सफल हो रहे हैं, जबकि मैं अपने नाम तक नहीं पढ़ पा रही।
yaar, matlab samjho na, my brother's chained up like a new age hero in a bad sitcom but instead of battling monsters, he is just fighting off “spirits” because apparently, a baba can cure him better than a doctor, घर वाले समझते नहीं, like I didn't know medieval times were back in style.
sat at my kitchen table staring at a pile of mismatched socks for way too long, like if i organized them i could somehow organize my life. realized i had not done laundry in weeks, and somehow thought about how just a single trip to the laundromat was like an entire day of work for me, but here i am, just avoiding it all because i literally cannot deal with the whole thing right now.
sat at my kitchen table staring at a pile of mismatched socks for way too long, like if i organized them i could somehow organize my life. realized i had not done laundry in weeks, and somehow thought about how just a single trip to the laundromat was like an entire day of work for me, but here i am, just avoiding it all because i literally cannot deal with the whole thing right now.
got kicked out of the shelter at 7am and now im wandering around pretending im going to an important meeting that doesn't exist while my real appointment with despair looms at 8pm, guess some people have business and others just have nowhere to go.