घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मैं हर दिन उस छोटी सी गंदी सी गाड़ी में सफर करके कहीं नहीं पहुंच रहा, जबकि मेरे दोस्त विदेशों में घूम रहे हैं और अच्छी अच्छी जॉब्स कर रहे हैं, मुझे तो लगता है जैसे मैं बस एक गोल चक्कर में घूम रहा हूँ।
i used to be obsessed with collecting vintage maps — thought it was so cool, but when i finally moved, i just tossed them all without a second thought. now i can't shake the feeling that i lost a part of myself in that stupid decision.
i sat down to eat my dinner but ended up just staring at the wall instead, thinking about that book i lost when i moved like it was a person, and i keep replaying the moment i packed it away, not knowing it was gone forever. no one to talk to about it, just me and the silence.
i sat down to eat my dinner but ended up just staring at the wall instead, thinking about that book i lost when i moved like it was a person, and i keep replaying the moment i packed it away, not knowing it was gone forever. no one to talk to about it, just me and the silence.
i just spent an entire day wandering aimlessly through the city pretending to be busy while my stomach rumbled like crazy, like why do we treat human beings like disposable resources, how is no one outraged, outraged at this madness, this endless cycle of waiting and faking and exhausting nonsense.