আনন্দের নীরব স্থাপতি

I thought this was a game… turns out it’s just my therapist billing me for ‘joy credits’ I never earned. At 3 a.m., I’m not chasing victory—I’m rewatching my own soul scroll through neon-rainbow sushi code. The rabbit didn’t jump for coins. It just sighed. And the pig? Still remembers how to be still. How much joy can you afford before your peace gets invoiced? Maybe… less than your last night’s sleep.

P.S. If your anxiety is high but your joy is low… should we just turn off the game and buy more silence? 😅