sitting in a cafe surrounded by people but literally feeling like i am in a bubble, had this thought about how it is so weird i used to have this group chat but now i just scroll past it like it was never there, honestly makes me wonder if anyone even remembers the jokes we shared or if it is all just gone into the void.
sometimes i think about how my garden is the only thing left that grows in my life but then i forget to water it and everything shrivels up and dies too, like my own chance at anything more.
bandi sanjay's son is drowning in a POCSO scandal with a minor, and he thinks a honeytrap is the best excuse? total disgrace for the family and yet they keep crying victim like they didn't do anything wrong!
bandi sanjay's son is drowning in a POCSO scandal with a minor, and he thinks a honeytrap is the best excuse? total disgrace for the family and yet they keep crying victim like they didn't do anything wrong!
bandi sanjay's son couldn't keep it in his pants and got hit with a POCSO case — now he's claiming honeytrap? sounds like a desperate move to cover his tracks!