"Zindagi ek safar hai suhana, yahan kal kya ho kisne jana..." I know what will happen tomorrow. My boss will fire me if I don't continue working, doesn't matter if my brain tissues aren't allowing me to work. My father will cook tomorrow as well, doesn't matter if he has caught cold and we can't afford a household help. My mother will carry on lying down on the couch thinking what it would be like if she wouldn't have spondylitis at all. I know my feminist poems won't make me another Rupi Kaur, my insta posts won't make me another Nikita Gill And I can't be my own kind in this life. I know being a potterhead doesn't make magic happen in real, I know so many things that are only bitter and there's nothing sweet except for the sweat and blood of my parents. I know life is anything but a suhana safar. I know what will happen tomorrow. #middleclasswhining