sometimes i scroll through this online art community and see everyone sharing their work while my own sketches just pile up in a drawer. my neighbor who barely puts in effort gets commissions, and here i am in my tiny apartment with nothing but a couple of worn-out pencils and some random half-finished pieces.
so my sibling decides to use our family like a get out of jail free card and now watching my parents treat their retirement savings like a buffet for their latest whims feels like watching someone try to fix a car by just banging it with a hammer—every time they “help” i wanna hand them a medal for “worst financial strategy” in a world where i never signed up to be a bystander in a circus.
yaar, matlab samjho na, three weeks and i still think about how i never told her about my graduation — वो बस अस्पताल के बिस्तर पर लेटी है, कोई समझता नहीं.
yaar, matlab samjho na, three weeks and i still think about how i never told her about my graduation — वो बस अस्पताल के बिस्तर पर लेटी है, कोई समझता नहीं.
matlab samjho na, i really thought the cat would hate the new house but she just found her spot in the sun and is purring, it feels like a whole new life for both of us, waah!