every day is the same empty routine of wandering around and pretending to fit in. scrolled through my contacts just now, saw all those names that feel like echoes of past conversations, just a lonely reminder of how quiet things are.
ये रोज़ सोचा कि एक दिन शायद मैं भी अपनी प्लेट में चावल के साथ दाल डाल सकूँगी — लेकिन पत्तागोभी देखती हूँ तो दाल का वो हंसता हुआ दृश्य आंखों के आगे आ जाता है और पता नहीं क्यों एक अजीब सी खुशी लगती है, जैसे किसी ने एक मीटिंग में बायज़ीद बुलाए बिना ही सारे पेपर निपटा दिए हों।
just realized my favorite thrift store has a half-off sale and all i can think about is how many socks i need but the last time i checked my bank account, it looked like a sad little number and i can’t even remember the last time i splurged on anything that wasn't an absolute necessity.
just realized my favorite thrift store has a half-off sale and all i can think about is how many socks i need but the last time i checked my bank account, it looked like a sad little number and i can’t even remember the last time i splurged on anything that wasn't an absolute necessity.
yaar, din bhar busy rehta hu aur sochta hu ki mujhe bas kisi se baat karni hai, par contact list khol kar bhi kisi ka message nahi bhej paata, bas wo dosti yaad aati hai jo kabhi nahi reh gayi. ghar wale nahi samajhte ki mujhe kya mehsoos hota hai, kya karun.