Same Sky, different mess

 funny how some cities just… pull you back na.

same roads, same sun literally burning my face off, same smell .... dust mixed with chai somewhere.

bas nayi room, nayi fairy lights, nayi bed jahaan flop karke aayi after dragging those ton-heavy bags up like a champ.

some people will call it starting over.

i dunno. feels more like .... paused one mess, now playing a slightly different version of it.

this time no chasing.

no grand friendships, no dramatic late night confessions, no group hugs wala bollywood scene.

already done all that ....jab staying up till 2am felt cute, jab every “best friend” sounded so forever types.

ab bas… thoda distance, thoda polite smile, thoda chill.

still, small joys are my thing.

like walking alone to some random office with headphones blasting, feeling all powerful in my black top & oversized jeans.

like that tiny satisfaction when messy bun sits perfectly, or catching myself in some dusty shop window & being like… hmm cute.

like humming old hindi songs on my way back, literally not caring what tomorrow wants.

haan, there’s a new face across the room too.

some new laughs, soft “hi’s”.

but dil knows how to keep those little gates locked now.

it remembers old bathroom floors, remembers kaise promises cracked, aur kaise quiet rehna was always safer than oversharing.

evenings are still my fav.

let the dusky sky do its thing, sip coffee, tidy my shelf for the 100th time, pretend my life’s one pinterest board.

kabhi ukulele bajati hoon ...badly ...but whatever.

kabhi god se baat karti hoon, kabhi just with myself.

life’s slower these days.

classes till afternoon, then hours that are just mine.

maybe that’s enough for now.

maybe i really don’t need to figure it all out yet.