yaar, matlab samjho na, i never really liked her favorite flowers, always pretended just to make her happy. अब घर की रौनक हो गई है पर मुझे अकेले रहना था, ये सब ठीक नहीं लगता.
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.
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.