I listened when y'all needed a listener But found none when I wanted someone to listen to
~rahul
seen from Türkiye
seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
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seen from Iraq
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seen from United States
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seen from Türkiye
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I listened when y'all needed a listener But found none when I wanted someone to listen to
~rahul
인연 (INYEON), a fic set in the 소확행 (sohwakhaeng) universe
Jung Hwan almost wants to laugh at how close to the truth they are. How all of them are hanging onto his every word—the golden son, the one who spent all his days and nights studying and only took breaks to go play football on the wide-open field underneath the summer sun, the one who got into the academy with ease, graduated with ease, the one who was good.
He had tried so hard to be good. But his mother had taught him to be honest.
Four years after that fateful night in the alley that led to Jung Hwan and Taek getting together, Jung Hwan grapples with his insecurities, his life as he grows into an independent young adult, and how he yearns to let his family, the people who matter most to him, see who he is and what he has hidden for much of his life.
Purse, rumal, hath, dil, pyaar - sab do, sab sambhal lunga
~rahul
लिखूं, तो दर्द
नही लिखूं, तो दर्द
~rahul
I have a question for y'all : If I wait and still make efforts, would I be called a simp or a lover?
"Who is she", the breeze asked while I was returning home in the auto. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Stop fighting with yourself and accept it, I have seen how you sing about her while the light breeze flows through you, I have seen how you crave evening walks with her, how you smile when you think about her, how you wanted to tell her that by peace you meant - I looked into your eyes under nothing but the moonlight, while we were within our safe space where none of our chaos could touch, except your hair that danced around like little dandelions, while I plucked them beside your ears, and we snuggled. It was kinda peaceful. It's time you stop the war within yourself." And I could say nothing but write this. Come back. You matter, a lot.
How do I get to know you? The one, who lives behind the author you are? I wished someone asked me that, so I asked you.
~rahul
Main tumhe rok to nahi saka
Par kaash tum thora aur theher jaate