In view of precedent that I have complete amnesia about anything except emotionally charged events (it is eerie when you are Pakistani, Muslim, unmarried, don’t get drunk, don’t dope but still can’t remember the number of times you have made out), I have grudgingly resolved to document a token or two of daily happenings so I can look back and tell myself I did sometimes drag me kicking and screaming to have a mild semblance of experience. Complete child of derivative living I will seem otherwise.

Valima showed that a) coming exactly one hour late makes people think you are the groom’s sister, b) Some Memons have very odd taste of color combinations, sort of like a magpie gone berserk at holi and c) Hot and Spicy food is to be craved, as is the lovels orange and pomegranate juice they charge heaven and earth for and d) there is marked improvement in mood because someone takes yours i.e. Faz stopping the car and helpfully volunteering me to move Talha’s furniture up to the apartment and cow Flitwick’s exclamation at the monkey stuck to the windscreen screeching at me “Gasp! A reflection”. Burri waisey aik bahut he piyara gaye ka bacha lagta hai, moos and lows like one as well. Told him to be careful at qurbani tomorrow.

Angsty, conclusive inconclusive sms fires last night till three thirty four. Exhausting.

As usual Eid sucks at the yawning gaps in life it reminds us all of. I hope to pass it away like last Eid. Sleeping till the evening and then only getting up to eat. I hate the hype because it is so exclusive. Also hate not having food in the house. As a mark of protest against the event, I will per tradition buy Eid clothes and refuse to wear them. Complete abyss of inaction tomorrow. All I can say I hope people have updated their blogs.

We need a heater in Khi and knowing the parents they will get one at the tail end of winter and then store it in the treasure cave upstairs and say vague things such as “we are storing it for your jahez” something they are ideologically against.