sometimes i sit in front of the mirror, practicing my smile and pretending to be someone else, while inside, i feel like i'm drowning in this secret. the worst part is when the mask slips for just a second, and it reminds me how lonely it is to wear it all the time.
खुद से जरा सोचो, कितनी बार एक सिगरेट के पैकेट के लिए सोचा है मैंने - पर कभी-कभी रात में इतनी उदासी होती है कि पता नहीं क्यों एक मिल्की बार भी नहीं ले सकता। ये छोटी-छोटी बातें घरवालों को समझ नहीं आतीं - घर का माहौल इतना तंग हो गया है कि चुप रहना ही बेहतर लगता है।
life is hard, hospital bills piling up while family insists papa just has a stomach issue, like yeah sure, let us just ignore the liver that clearly threw a party and forgot to invite the rest of us, কেউ বোঝে না.
life is hard, hospital bills piling up while family insists papa just has a stomach issue, like yeah sure, let us just ignore the liver that clearly threw a party and forgot to invite the rest of us, কেউ বোঝে না.
sitting in this hospital room for hours, watching the same rerun of a cooking show while my friends are posting about their promotions like everything is fine, yaar, matlab samjho na, जिंदगी ऐसी है, i clean her room every few days, and its hard to remember what my own space feels like, कोई समझتا نہیں.