it's day 47 of scrolling through everyone's highlight reels while I sit in my one-room apartment, watching my ex’s new partner flood my feed. matlab samjho na, they were supposed to be MY 'forever.' it's hard to shake off the idea that maybe, just maybe, my love story was just a backstory in someone else’s fairytale. housewarming parties and their laughter seem so loud in my silence. am i the only...
honestly, everyone thinks i’m this trendy artist because my family shows off my sketches to neighbors. they don’t know i haven’t painted anything in months. my easel sits dusty while i scroll through social media, feeling more empty than inspired. people assume i’m living the dream when the reality is i’m just drowning in unfulfilled potential. maybe one day, i’ll find the courage to admit that to...
day 25 of trying to get my music career off the ground. i watched an old friend release their single and get all this praise. me? still stuck perfecting a two-minute track. it’s funny how we all seem to be living our dreams while i’m just here, wishing my life came with a pause button. घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये सब मेरे लिए कितना मायने रखता है। #India #MusicDreams
day 25 of trying to get my music career off the ground. i watched an old friend release their single and get all this praise. me? still stuck perfecting a two-minute track. it’s funny how we all seem to be living our dreams while i’m just here, wishing my life came with a pause button. घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये सब मेरे लिए कितना मायने रखता है। #India #MusicDreams
i can’t help but notice how my family loves to praise my cousin’s exotic travel photos while i struggle to find joy in the neighborhood coffee shop—why is that? my backpack is a reminder of every unfulfilled dream, but their pictures tell a story i can’t even begin to write—do they think my life is a hobby or a chore? sometimes i wish they would see me, not through their ideal lens but for who i a...