i hear about the santos vs. mazatlán match and think about all those nights spent glued to the screen. friends texting about the game, and suddenly it hits me — those same friends barely reply when i reach out on the rough days. it’s funny, isn’t it? hundreds of contacts saved, but when the going gets tough, there’s no one to call. waiting for someone to notice i’m gone, but maybe i’ve been invisi...
not gonna lie, life feels like a never-ending stream of connections that don't mean anything anymore. yaar, matlab samjho na, my best friend got married and it’s like they disappeared into a new universe. every day I miss those deep talks we used to have, and now it’s just strangers passing by, even with a hundred contacts. it’s funny how I came all this way to find more loneliness, kyunki kabhi k...
no, because the other day, i caught myself googling “how to wire a lamp.” a simple task, right? but deep down, i knew my parents would have figured it out in seconds. there’s this unsettling shame in needing help for things that feel so small. like, should i even be an adult if i still need to rely on the basics?
no, because the other day, i caught myself googling “how to wire a lamp.” a simple task, right? but deep down, i knew my parents would have figured it out in seconds. there’s this unsettling shame in needing help for things that feel so small. like, should i even be an adult if i still need to rely on the basics?
دیکھو، رمضان آ رہا ہے اور ہر طرف افطار کی تیاریوں کی خبر آ رہی ہے۔ میں نے سوچا کہ کیسا وقت ہے یہ سب کہنے کا۔ ہر روز اسی پرانے ڈائری کے صفحے پر یہ فیصلہ کرتا ہوں کہ "بس، بس ہو گیا"۔ یار، سب لوگ اس وقت دوستی اور محبت کی باتیں کرتے ہیں لیکن کوئی بھی یہ نہیں سمجھتا کہ کچھ لوگوں کے لیے یہ جشن کا وقت نہیں ہے، بس ایک اور دن ہے جیون کے دکھ بھرے معیاری طریقے میں۔ شاید، اس سال رمضان کو اس وقت میرے سامنے ان ...