i sometimes hear the sound of my old school bell in my dreams and wake up feeling this weird mix of nostalgia and guilt for not having kept in touch with those friends who really mattered back then. it was always so easy to ignore the little things that turned out to mean everything later.
सोचते सोचते मैं अपने दोस्त को बोला, "यार, ये लड़का बहुत अच्छा है" और वो सुन रहा था, बिना पता किये कि वो उसे नहीं बल्कि उसकी बहन को किसे बताया। घर वाले समझते नहीं, फिर उसे कैसे समझाऊं?
so we had this funeral and there they were, the estranged parent, hugging everyone like it was just another family reunion. and i’m over here like, should i be taking notes for the next episode of "who can ignore my feelings the best"?
so we had this funeral and there they were, the estranged parent, hugging everyone like it was just another family reunion. and i’m over here like, should i be taking notes for the next episode of "who can ignore my feelings the best"?
sometimes i think about the time i spent an entire evening organizing my bookshelf just to avoid facing how i have no idea what i am doing with my life. मुझे ये भी नहीं पता कि ये सब करते हुए मैं क्या चाह रहा हूँ.