delhi turns into a puddle of mess and pach pach whenever it rains. and it’s so icky for me. sitting in the auto i saw a kid on a bike who was laughing at the rains, brought an instant smile on my scrunched up face!
fuck you, your pretentious sense of self, your pretentious life, your insecure self that projects it on others, fuck your pretentious life and yeah, fuck you.
i think i have missed the feeling of a real
breakup, hearing 5 taara after ages and it hitting the spot, making me laugh. so yeah funn (also, fuck you, dhokhebaaz)