the passage of time is such a confusing yet melancholic concept... wdym we are in 2025? i remember living at my joint family's house just yesterday, a small clueless child playing in our flat with my cousins on a friday night. now we're all grown, most of us moved out to new homes to enjoy more space. we barely even meet now, and even when we do, some of us are still missing.. all the memories, all the time... where has it gone? idk im just, being kind of nostalgic rn, sorry. i cant help but wonder at the person i've became after all this time, and what the future carries for all of us.
