sitting in my tiny apartment with the peeling paint, watching my friends post about promotions and vacations, while i just stare at my ceiling fan for hours thinking about how i used to make a decent salary and feel good about life, now i can barely make it to the bathroom without losing breath, and no one seems to even notice.
i was organizing old photos and found a picture of my mom’s favorite tea set and now i can’t stop thinking about how she kept saying she wanted to pass it down but i never asked for it, and it hurts because it was literally so easy to just say yes but i didn’t.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये 98 परसेंट भी मेरे लिए फेल्योर है और मुझे ये हमेशा डराता है कि मैं कभी भी उनके उम्मीदों पर खरा नहीं उतर पाऊंगा.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये 98 परसेंट भी मेरे लिए फेल्योर है और मुझे ये हमेशा डराता है कि मैं कभी भी उनके उम्मीदों पर खरा नहीं उतर पाऊंगा.
i just made this insane dinner that was way better than i thought it would be, like i was bracing for a disaster—cooking is usually a disaster for me— but it turned out perfect and now i feel like i can do anything, so what do i do with this confidence, do i actually have to keep cooking?