I bought my first ever bandana in Karimabad.The Mean Girls had a silly hug moment in Cafe de Hunza.I had my first Pani Puri of the year in the most burger bacha style from Spiceship at lunch.I love the pirate decor.Maps on table tops, maps on doors and the staff wearing hideous blinding yellow-pink bandanas.I want the maps to wallpaper my room.
Four am yesterday we finally came into LUMS.Till 7 pm I was at work.Then 10 pm I performed my first ever mehndi rasm at a small dholki that the bride at the last minute made into a mehndi because she didn't want the hassle next year.Dewy green mehndi on the boy's hand (tissue papered), dab of ubtan on his cheek (with a whispered 'sorry') and finger of olive oil in his hair (while he closes his eyes and winces), a pinch of dripping cham-cham in his mouth.Felt like a gracious pagan.So much intimacy and half of us don't even remember his name.But our Molly looked stunning.And today I hear of three deaths over a period of three days, Abby's father on Sunday; heart attack, Saqib bhai's 10 year old son; cardiac arrest in Punjab Club pool and Anila's brother last night; succumbing to injuries from a bike accident.Which happened right after she got engaged.Marriage mania followed by death season.Some calligrapher of time is taking the cyclical theory of stuff too seriously.
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Cardiac arrest of a 10-year old. And all this is supposed to be part of some Divine Purpose. Bah!
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