so here i am - realizing that my whole life has been a fancy game of dress-up funded by my parent's creative accounting while i stand in line for a refund on a rubber chicken costume i bought on a whim because apparently now that the truth is out i might as well embrace my absurd existence as a tax-fraud-themed clown in a tragicomedy no one wanted a ticket to.
so, i ordered a pizza for delivery and was feeling kinda cute so i asked for the driver to bring it up. totally forgot my phone was still on speaker from the last time i called my sister and when he knocked, i yelled “come in” super loud, thinking i was on mute, but my sister heard me and texted like “wow very classy” and now i’m just dying inside
yaar, kya yeh zaroori tha ki government loan waivers announce karne se pehle mere dad ko pesticide peena pada, matlab koi logic hai is baat mein, ab kaisi irony hai yeh ki unki zindagi ki khatam hoti kahani se pehle bureaucracy ko apni tayaari karni thi? कोई समझता نہیں, बस एक सपना बन गया है सब کچھ।
yaar, kya yeh zaroori tha ki government loan waivers announce karne se pehle mere dad ko pesticide peena pada, matlab koi logic hai is baat mein, ab kaisi irony hai yeh ki unki zindagi ki khatam hoti kahani se pehle bureaucracy ko apni tayaari karni thi? कोई समझता نہیں, बस एक सपना बन गया है सब کچھ।
یار، میں نے پچھلے ہفتے ایک دوست کو اپنا کچھ کھویا ہوا سامان واپس دینے کے لیے بلایا تھا اور وہاں جا کر پتہ چلا کہ میرے بیگ کے زپ کی طرف سے ایک کونا پھٹا ہوا ہے۔ اب میں سوچ رہی ہوں کہ اس کو ٹھیک کروانے کے لئے پیسے کہاں سے آئیں گے، کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔