My Pudosa Garden

"Wait! So, you won't live in that house? Regardless, you're the one who's gonna pay for the EMIs" - said labrib, who 5 minutes ago also said, "your sister sends me 10k every month, you don't even send me anything" and also "if he (me) sits in an airplane, the plane would start shaking" in front of maybe a clan of 25-30 people inhaling the same air in a conjusted zero ventilation room & call themselves a 'family' about 15 years ago. Wait! what has changed in these 15 years ? Oh, never mind! Now my tears fall on US Polo t-shirts. I think I'm a consumerism addict. I try meditation and I brag about it to my mom, but I fail brutally when i see Labrib. My tear duct gets excited, it edges, and when I run for the bathroom, it achieves an orgasm. My basket of cottage core emotions run back to their favorite closet, "Pudosa Garden" - inspired by Mimosa Pudica a.k.a touch-me-not or shameplant. pushed me when I was grounded already, mocked me when some part of me still had warmth & empathy for you, knocked me down when I came anticipating it. Apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree, because you both are narcissists. You've god like complex and intelligence of an iota. Surprisingly, I fell far from the tree, I fell out of the garden. Was it raining ? because I fell in a puddle. I'm rotten!