its not that I can't take a hint, it's just that literally five attempts at UPSC and all I have is a collection of rejection letters, yaar, ghar wale toh ab samajhte hi nahi. they think I should just magically become an IAS officer while I’m stuck scrolling through job apps that feel like they’re judging me as harshly as my relatives do.
ماں نے کہا کہ میں بیٹا نہیں دے سکتی، جیسے یہ میری غلطی ہو۔ شوہر خاموش رہا، جبکہ میری دو بیٹیاں یہ سب سن رہی تھیں۔ کبھی کبھی سوچتی ہوں کہ وہ کیسی ماں بنیں گی، جب انہیں بتایا جائے گا کہ وہ کم تر ہیں، بس اس لیے کہ ان کے والدین نے ان کے جنس کا انتخاب نہیں کیا۔
yooo, just dropped my coffee cup in the middle of the living room and watched it explode everywhere. it’s like, really? my carpet needed a bold new pattern today? bruh, my life's been feeling like that scene in a movie where everything that could go wrong just... does. I'm literally crouching on the floor, cleaning up what looks like a murder scene with paper towels, questioning my entire life choices. maybe this is the universe's way of saying I need to learn how to drink my coffee without theatrics.
yooo, just dropped my coffee cup in the middle of the living room and watched it explode everywhere. it’s like, really? my carpet needed a bold new pattern today? bruh, my life's been feeling like that scene in a movie where everything that could go wrong just... does. I'm literally crouching on the floor, cleaning up what looks like a murder scene with paper towels, questioning my entire life choices. maybe this is the universe's way of saying I need to learn how to drink my coffee without theatrics.
day 5 of not hearing from my wife. the last message was simple, “working the night shift.” now her employer is holding onto her phone like it’s some sort of trophy. wallah, nobody understands the pressure of waiting by my phone in this tiny studio apartment that feels bigger than it is, filled with memories of us. my friend’s wife got flowers and a raise this week, while I just scroll through the ...