i literally spent three hours planning a surprise for my roommate’s birthday and when it came time to reveal it i accidentally shouted “happy anniversary!” instead, her face was just like frozen in horror and i could not recover from it at all, we just sat there awkwardly eating cake.
scrolling through my contacts like theyre just a list of ghosts, one name stings more than the rest, that text i meant to send to ask if she even remembers me fades into the distance while i pack my bags of takeout, feeling more like a stranger in a new place than i ever did back home.
yaar, matlab samjho na, parents took a loan for my MS in America and now i have two months left on this H1B visa like it's some countdown to a bad reality show—घर वाले समझते नहीं, job nahi hai aur EMI 40 thousand ki hai, toh phir kya karun?
yaar, matlab samjho na, parents took a loan for my MS in America and now i have two months left on this H1B visa like it's some countdown to a bad reality show—घर वाले समझते नहीं, job nahi hai aur EMI 40 thousand ki hai, toh phir kya karun?
that time i told my friend about that weird thing that happened and they asked what i was wearing, which was like this old oversized t-shirt and my pajamas, and now i think about it a lot like a lot because i can still feel the awkwardness like it was yesterday.