The Curious Case of Dysfunctional Family

Story of my life

This is a story of a dysfunctional family, if I start like this will you read this post or if I write this I thought my childhood was blank but now I feel maybe I failed to understand my parents because I never stayed with them.

This post is about how I see my parents who keep judging me for harsh parenting even when they know they were not there when I needed them most, this story is about my son who thinks his mother is sleepy and dreamy most of the time and the only time she is happy is when she talks to her sister or his father. Someone who records his mother’s expression and accuses her of not smiling at him very often and who thinks I ignore his father and don’t love him enough.

This post is also about my sister who drinks wine in a cup and tells everyone she is drinking green tea and later calls up her friend or sister and tell weird and real stories.

This story is about me who like a spectator meet all these people everyday some from near some from afar and records it all in poems and words for her own joy.

This post is about that sister too who thinks social media is not for her. She is more of tik tok brand, she misses all this stories and all happenings of my life which I share here.

These words are for my husband too who doesn’t ask anything about my weird lifestyle and who knows I am more present in the words. The outside world is just a poem for me.

These words are for you too Dear Reader who read it all without judging me because whatever I write here is just a rambling, it’s a joy to see the words being picked.