gave chai to urban clap guy, kehta adrak nahi daali kya

A wave of sadness washes over your face as you are preparing to sleep, making you realize how supremely pointless all of these days are. You lie down for a few seconds, briefly losing consciousness in the ennui, before regaining it and telling yourself, let’s watch a meme.

ab agar adani ke bacchon ne court marriage kar li toh ambani ji ne jo galiyaan sunani hai anant ko

macha i can come back to bengaluru na macha what scene there macha i was just vacationing so didn’t check news macha

isiliye main itna nahi kamata

As the Kirana store uncle is almost done billing the items my mother had placed on his table, I reach just in time with three bottles of deodorant in my hands. “What will you do with three?” my mom asks. “It’s 2 plus 1,” the Kirana uncle replies before I can answer. Back then,

how do i stop the yearly subscription of myself

lakshay sen what a game brother

fuck jeeta hua haar gaya bhai

the extra 100g is from that invincible medal she has been wearing all this time

neeraj ab aisa javelin fenkna hai ki saala do gold aa jaaye

pressure nahi lena hai neeraj bilkul bhi, hum sab pachas hazar crore indians ki taraf se ek hi sandesh hai ye

bc ye kaise fenk diya arshad ne

chalo medal toh aayega, ab gold ke liye lado bhai

goodnight guys kal akhbaar fenkne jaana hai 93m cross kar dunga

thode bahut birthday aur bache hai bas uske baad mazey hi mazey

a london shopkeeper once told me condescendingly this tie is 12 pounds and i said bhadwe main idhar hi kaam karta hoon and then we both went to amitabh

Grief is a tiny balcony in the house called the past. Once you are done wandering through the rest of the house, you sit down quietly, holding the various year-shaped cushions, and stare at the balcony. Should I check it out? No, it will be the same. Has the garden on that