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aadhi raat ko jo biryani khanay ka maza hai wo din-dihaary khanay mein nahi hai.😭💗

and suddenly it is hurting again.

wo jo ghanta farq nhi prta tha, ab us ghanty mein bhe farq prny lag gya hai.

‘hello’ with the intention of playing badminton together.

a part of me always breaks whenever it's jaffer zaidi's voice in my ears.

this feeling of nausea before starting something new - it's been with me forever.

hoping these two years will be the best ones! (tomorrow is my first day as a master's student ugh)

i am thak k toot phoot gya bhaisaab.

monday ny bharpoor tareeqay sy apna ghatiya neech puna dikhaya hai -

anyways, ab duniya dil samjhti hai jisay wo dil nahi - pehlu e insaan mein aik hangama e khamosh hai.

me at the end of the day with my “dear diary..”

very “aesa aesa roshan, hansta, baatein krta chaand” today.

bhai wo sab toh theek hai lekin - is “puish” really a name?😭😭😭

speaking from personal experience “mery andar ki independent aurat mar chuki hai.”

strong independent woman ka pta nahi “nauseatingly miserable beyond repair woman” zaroor ban chuki hun.

from praying “dua e istikhara” to praying “salat ul shukar” we've come a long way.

today, i saw this extremely old man struggling to carry his grown ass daughter's college bag while she walked alongside him, seemingly unbothered, munching on chips. idk if it was her father's choice or what but it didn't feel right to me.

allah tallah please please please.

“why did you choose this field” k jawaab mein “to delay shaadi” bolna jaaiz hai?

high on ‘chai and panadol’ combination for this kutton wala sir dard.