it feels surreal scrolling through old photos of my living room with empty bottles and looking back at the vibrant sunsets that seem so far away now, while my friends share their achievements on social media, it is just this weight in my stomach seeing them celebrate while I just keep failing over and over, sitting here with the lights off and wondering if I will ever be more than this fading echo...
घर वाले समझते नहीं, मेरी किताबें मेरे साथी हैं, पर जब पढ़ते पढ़ते याद आता है वो दोस्त जो किताबों के लिए बैठा करता था, तो बस अकेलापन, अकेलापन भारी लगने लगता है।
yaar, matlab samjho na, my brother's been treated like he’s possessed instead of getting real help, और अब उसे बिस्तर से चेन करके रखा है, it's like we live in a horror movie but with the wrong script. सच्ची बात ये है कि कोई समझता नहीं, and the irony is not lost on me; where's the empathy when you need it most?
yaar, matlab samjho na, my brother's been treated like he’s possessed instead of getting real help, और अब उसे बिस्तर से चेन करके रखा है, it's like we live in a horror movie but with the wrong script. सच्ची बात ये है कि कोई समझता नहीं, and the irony is not lost on me; where's the empathy when you need it most?
so i finally got around to trying that elaborate recipe that takes five hours and a dozen weird ingredients, right. end up with a burnt mess and now my smoke alarm is giving me the side-eye like it can judge my life choices.