Happiness hits me like a breeze when I try to express something but words decline my presence and then suddenly the most accurate metaphor strikes my mind.
@flipkartsupport Every time I contact support, I only get delays and scripted responses with no actual update on my order. This is extremely unprofessional.
@flipkartsupport I already shared all the details and DMโd you a long time ago, but your team has been continuously ghosting me instead of resolving the issue.
Gifting a book youโve already read, loved, and underlined is such an intimate experience. Youโre letting a loved one see the sentences you paused on, the words you hoped to return to. Itโs like giving them access to a part of yourself they otherwise would never have.
some smelling like lilies, and some like worries.
Some are like butterflies fluttering forward in search of vacant seats, and some are in the corner looking at the passing trees.
Traveling in the metro feels like looking at different portraits at once: some people like canaries, complaining about the tree, some wrinkly heads and bones, lost in the world of candy crush, some weaving dreams with a book in their lap,
There are gaps in the mesh of the everyday world, and sometimes they open up and you fall through them into Somewhere Else. Somewhere Else runs at a different pace to the here and now, where everyone else carries on. Somewhere Else exists at a delay so that you can't keep a pace
shouldn't have let these sweet answers to worm question influence me to ask the same from my mother because she replied with "ewww, jhaadu se maarkar bahar fek dungi" ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
Even though I don't tweet actively, one of my favorite things to do in the morning is to make a thread of tweets that give me a thought or a smile in my boyfriend's WhatsApp chat(who is not even on Twitter but replies with his opinions on all)