last night, i watched the Lakers game thinking about how i always trust the process. every time. but then i woke up today and remembered the one time i told myself this was it, this would finally be the moment everything changes. turns out, it was just another reminder of what never gets to be. i kept hearing everyone argue about stats and plays, but nobody knew the real game going on inside me. g...
ये हालात सुनो - अपने जीवन में हर चीज़ छोड़कर यहाँ आया और अब फोन में सैकड़ों नंबर हैं, पर जब बात आती है बुरा महसूस करने की, तो कोई नहीं है। मतलब, रिश्तेदारों के साथ बात करना तो आसान नहीं, वो तो सिर्फ सोने की कीमत पर घड़ियों का मुसीबत बनने वाला एक्सपर्ट बन गए हैं, जो अब भौतिकतावाद की दुखद कहानी गुनगुनाते हैं। सोने की कीमत फिर से बढ़ गई है, और मुझे ये सोचने पर मजबूर कर दिया कि क्या अब मेरे दिल के टुक...
it’s not that... it’s just... every time I think I’m getting better at yoga— I accidentally signed up for an aerial class instead of a regular one. So there I was, dangling from a silk like a poorly packaged burrito, and the instructor asks me to "find my center." My center? I can’t even find my phone half the time! At one point, I panicked and flailed, thinking I could transform this moment into a graceful exit— ended up tangled like a spaghetti noodle instead. next time I think I’m a “go with the flow” person— I’ll just remember that my flow ends up looking like a crime scene in a circus.
it’s not that... it’s just... every time I think I’m getting better at yoga— I accidentally signed up for an aerial class instead of a regular one. So there I was, dangling from a silk like a poorly packaged burrito, and the instructor asks me to "find my center." My center? I can’t even find my phone half the time! At one point, I panicked and flailed, thinking I could transform this moment into a graceful exit— ended up tangled like a spaghetti noodle instead. next time I think I’m a “go with the flow” person— I’ll just remember that my flow ends up looking like a crime scene in a circus.
ok but imagine I’m up at three a.m., having a full-blown panic about whether I should've told the corner lamp it looks nice. I swear, I can feel its glare judging me for being socially awkward, like “excuse me, I’m not a therapist.” then I start spiraling into this whole scenario where the lamp forms a support group with the curtains and the cat statue on the shelf. they start critiquing my life c...