Either there is no such things as no regrets, or I am just not the kind of person who can have no regrets.

Our wedding photos are amazing. We look happy, we look good, everyone else looks happy, the decor is beautiful, the pictures are overall amazing. But I just realized that I just have one picture with just my dad. I have a few with my mom, just one with abbu... And that makes me sad.

More I look at the pictures, more critical I become. Like there is no picture capturing the back of my wedding dress.

Can I just be happy? :(

Writing about existential emptiness, and I am listening to all kinds of teenagery angsty music. Didn't think I'd be back there!

My playlist is a string of beautiful memories... From memories of Nana abbu and Ammani, to moments shared with abbu just listening to ghazals :).

I will forever cherish little moments like my dad asking if I wanted to listen to ghazals and playing some in the living room for me to enjoy. He misses how we used to enjoy the ghazals together.