Bhai Kyuuuuuuuun? 😭

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

mine already is.

2022 might be "2020 too"

In India we don't have Cherry Blossoms we have strong winds blowing red flowers with small petals in your hand that tell you the same thing

Promise. Promise. Promise.

Hope. Hope. Hope.

Love. Love. Love.

ngl but it would suit me. *changes into honeyfarts*

I'm rather flattered

so proud of myself today

padmesh paddu🐝

ask brown people to give you a nickname they'll cut it short and add a 'u’ at the end

IMcrying. Not even kidding.

I miss those days when we used to say "bhaiyaa yeh ek page ka answer hai? Aap itnaa saara yaad krte ho"?

it is the law of the universe that you cannot have two consecutive days of a good relationship with your mother

desiblr being on number 28 on the list of tumblr communities!! like here's to all of us messed up desi kids who are failing at love and life but are still insanely funny. we are all such little rockstars!!

As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask

Every Desi family has atleast one woman named Baby