SHAWARMA IN MY FRIDGE....

             Shawarma In My Fridge

Oh! It’s just me and my overthinking thoughts about you.

One fine day, I had a dream — about someone. Of course, it wasn’t real, but there was something special about him, and I was damn happy to see him in my dreams.

Suddenly, his face disappeared, and a shawarma appeared right in front of my eyes. So, I thought someone had kept a shawarma in my fridge.

I rushed towards my fridge at 3 a.m., and to my surprise… no shawarma. Sadly, I went back to bed and slept again.

In reality, I have many problems — or maybe not. Maybe it’s just my overthinking thoughts that are killing me from the inside. Problems that don’t even exist in reality… but my mind imagines them anyway.

I had imagined my entire life with him, and yet he vanished — not only from my thoughts but from my life too. Sad, isn’t it?

As a shawarma is full of flavours, my life with him was full of joy, peace, and hope for our future.

A shawarma is loaded with fries, beetroots, sauces, and many more things.

In the same way, my life was loaded with happiness.

But in my relationship, I was the tissue paper — thrown away after the shawarma was enjoyed.

In the same way, he threw me away, saying, “I don’t have a future with you.”

So, be happy — whether there’s a shawarma in your fridge or not.

Moral: It’s not about the shawarma. It’s about the person I lost two years ago.

Be happy with your own happiness. Don’t wait for anyone to keep a shawarma in your fridge.

Treat yourself to the best, healthiest shawarma — loaded with all the goodness you deserve.