⋆˚ayati ࣪ ִֶָ☾

खाना बनाने के दरमियान कब खाना खाने की इच्छा खतम हो जाती है, पता ही नही चलता ।

maze maze main chaar aur kitaabein order karli

i feel autistic everytime i try to lip sync

weird how both my names are a couple name of my parents' and now i have become an amalgamation of their worst traits.

happiness really is fleeting

living in this house feels like a ticking bomb that might go off at any time

the past one month passed by in a daze, each day blending into the other

can't believe how much a socially awkward introvert like me is dying to go outside and get some fresh air

having witnessed men jo apni patni ko ek-ek paise ke liye tarsate hai, i can never allow myself to be financially dependent on a man.

kabhi kabhi toh lagta hai ki jyada gore ya jyada kaale log hi badhiya lagte hai, mujh jaise lighting ke hisaab se rang badalne wale nahi 😔

having a friend that you're very frank and comfortable with and that friend never gossips about you behind your back is very important (i realise after retaining just one friend in the past 5 years, wo bhi isliye friend hai kyunki usne dosti ka kadam aage badhaya aur fir mera peecha nahi chhora)

ek kone main baith kar mere kitaab padhne se bhi inhe kitni taqleef hoti hai. meri mummy roz taane maarti hai ki “kitaab padhne se impractical gyaan hota hai, tum kitaab padh li samajh li usse duniya ko kya faayda hua, ye gyaan arjit karke tumhara kuch nahi hoga.” agar bachpan main chanchal aur ek jagah sthir na rahne wali bachhi hoti, toh aaj inhe mere ek kone main chup-chaap baith kar kitaab padhne se koi taqleef nahi hoti 😔💔

not a single day goes by where i don't regret not being a rebellious and difficult child. how i wish i wasn't obedient and good.

i want to do everything in the world and yet i have no energy. it's like a needle was pricked into my skin somewhere i can't see and it keeps draining my life force out.