sitting in a coffee shop today, i noticed how the table i always sat at feels like a stranger now, just an empty space where conversations used to happen. i kept scrolling through my contacts, wondering if there was someone, anyone, who might want to join me, but it just reminded me of the silence that followed after everything blew up.
so i tried to explain to someone why my favorite snack is a must-have during movie nights—like, it’s practically a ritual—and somehow ended up detailing the backstory of a k-drama that features a love triangle with time travel and they just stared at me like i grew a third eye or something and now i’m pretty sure they think i’m a weirdo who has a shrine to snack foods and imaginary lovers.
कल रात तक कोई भी मेरी तारीफ नहीं कर रहा था - आज बर्तन साफ करते हुए मम्मी ने बस इतना कहा कि वो सजावट पसंद नहीं आई और वो जैसे अलमारी में वापस रख दी गई - काश कोई मेरे लिए समझे कि थोड़ी भी मेहनत होती है, वो इतनी बेतरतीब लगती है.
कल रात तक कोई भी मेरी तारीफ नहीं कर रहा था - आज बर्तन साफ करते हुए मम्मी ने बस इतना कहा कि वो सजावट पसंद नहीं आई और वो जैसे अलमारी में वापस रख दी गई - काश कोई मेरे लिए समझे कि थोड़ी भी मेहनत होती है, वो इतनी बेतरतीब लगती है.
so my family decided to spend thousands on a “therapist” who moonlights as a magician and claims he can make my sibling's addiction disappear but honestly all i got was a poorly timed card trick at thanksgiving, like do you pull the rabbit out of the hat or is it just more denial and a never-ending loop of regret… i can’t even keep track anymore.