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"taare kheech laungi/gaane bhi sunaungi..."
failed attempts of smoke rings, unspoken conversations...
when you come, can you bring me the last flower petal?
it does not have my name on it.
will you bring it nevertheless?
"paas aao na/mil ja gale se..."
pretty lies, refrain. forbear?
when you come, can you bring your time?
i'll bring my silence.
this was sitting in my drafts for way too long. didn't think I'd post it but blehh here we are.
i post once in 2 months, how y'all bear wimme? lol.
he was so right when he said I was demonic
you're a fool if you ain't scared of me
yapper online, nonverbal offline.
11/04/2025
mausam toh bada beiman thha uss din. tum thhe, mai thhi, aur thha ankahi hawa ka jhoka.
(pardon my hindi:'))
sleepless nights, listening to one song on repeat, brainstorming, anxiety attacks, sharing the stage and stolen glances.
so new semester begins from tomorrow. people, drop your tips for survival coz heaven knows I'm miserable.
"do what you love"
well, i love laying on my bed and watching my comfort show while eating patisapta. how do I make it my job?
I'm so demotivated guys. i haven't left my corner in ages. i swear I don't even know what day of the week it is.
me n my dad never say "good night" to each other
instead we say "bye" as if we r going somewhere away from each other
some random shiii we do as a duo
baba and I wave each other from the balcony when either of us leaves the house always.
semester end wali temporary khushi, randomly reading gb shaw again, embracing the boredom and smell of coffee.
sitting under the sun i don't wish to burn. the warm rays of the setting sun caress my naked skin. the body lotion that glides over my scars, the smell of my new shampoo, tell me I'll be fine after all. my uneven hair and chipped nailpolish aren't reminders of the past anymore. they show me how far I've come. how far I have to go.
"কতটা পথ পেরোলে তবে পথিক বলা যায়"
time to reconnect with nature bc wtf was that semester
bas pass ho jau. om om
Meri ladki to bass padhai hi karti hai , kaafi sareef hai.
(Ladki crying on Tumblr 😭)
maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
maybe we're supposed say goodbye at the same crossroads everyday. clouds of smoke and frustration surrounding us. accidental brushes, racing hearts.
maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
maybe we're supposed to check in on each other the whole way back home. blurring silhouettes and neutral faces returning home. same sky, same twilight.
maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
maybe I am supposed to smell the familiarity even after it's long gone. cozy blanket, subtle smiles, yearning, বিচ্ছেদ।
maybe this is how we're supposed to be.
"ঘরেতে এল না সে তো, মনে তার নিত্য আসা - যাওয়া"
বাঁশি, রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
rough translation; "she did not come to my house, but she visits my mind everyday"
Banshi (flute) by Rabindranath Tagore
day in the life of an academically stressed insaan pt. 3
tell me why in earth didn't I start studying this subject before. i had english and professional comunication finals today. all semester I've hated how boring the subject sounded. who wants to read about a bunch of communication models right? ehhhh WRONG. it is so darn interesting on how different ways of communicating affect different situations. how each gesture, expression and tone can completely change a topic. i totally love the subject. i only regret not studying it before. absolutely keeping it next semester. my exam went so well today. if I could keep photos of my answer sheet, I would. yapped a lot. good quality intellectual yapping, ya know? this is by far the best one of this semester. hopefully whoever checks my copy is lenient (especially because my handwriting kinda sucks).
i am actually having a good day. i woke up stress free and without mummy ke taane. yeah i was a bit late but that doesn't matter. post exam nap session was just perfect. only one subject to go. then I can finally catch a breath, maybe.
somehow, on repeat.
also on repeat. can't get it outta my head
“guys” i say to the singular person i’m talking to
and that singular person is my reflection in the mirror🙂👍
day in the life of an academically stressed insaan pt. 2
i had my second major's final exam for this semester. it weirdly went well. no no, hear me out. i didn't study properly and crammed last minute. i feel incredibly guilty for not studying the topics sooner. it is a subject that I have always loved and it has always saved my overall percentage. maybe my adhd hyperfixations during boards helped me build the concepts better or maybe the paper was easy? i don't know. wtv it is, i have to pick up the slack next semester and not regret post exam.
as for my day, i couldn't sleep last night and woke up super early. it was so cold in the morning here. while it was aesthetic and gave me darjeeling waali feeling, it was twice as hard to travel. khair i slept for 3 hours after returning home. bleh.
coincidence? mycroft would like to differ. the universe is rarely so lazy, yeah?
