tiny ichak dana

watching saathiya for the first time during peak ovulation. send help.

i feel like i am out of love. despite knowing that i am deeply loved. isn't that ironic? and why does everything i feel come w the side salad of guilt?

i don't have words today

it's not fair that shaadis you plan for for months, wait for for years, think about exclusively, obsessively as the days get closer, are over in two days. two days that feel as long as the blink of an eye, only to be remembered forever as a fever dream, with slight proofs of this reality in group chats and clumsily captured moments, with flashes of lights, dhols, colours, tears, laughs, and love. oh so much love. how do you recover from a desi wedding function hangover you don't want to come out of?

everyday i wake up angry. every single day.

need vodka gol gappe rn

i miss my friends. deeply.

ovulation makes me feel like i have so much love to give and nobody to give it to.

some people say home is just a place, other's say home is the people in it, i say it's both. any strange place can become a home if you give it time and find your people there, but then years later if you're there without them, it'll feel empty, like loneliness in a crowd of familiarity. and if you've got your people beside you, it's no challenge to make a strange place home.

hum apke hain koun has re-released in theatres and i have no one to go with mannnnn this isn't fair 😭😭😭😭😭