Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Aik tau I’m sick of this Corolla Virus. Oho baba, I’m not sick like with fever, cuff and all, God forbid. I’m just sick and tired hearing about it din raat, din raat. Janoo’s bought a super safe black mask. Ordered it on line. Got a box for me also but I said ‘are you joking, I’d rather die than go about looking like Hannibal Lecture from Silence of the Lams or Dracula’.

Anyways, yesterday I went to see my friend Nicky who lives in a fancy flats ki building in Gulberg with swimming pool and gym shim. Khair, I got into an empty lift and pressed her floor ka button. Doors had almost closed when in slipped this Filipina. My blood froze because I’d heard on TV that Corolla has got to Filipines also and inflected God knows how many people. Then to my horror, she cuffed, and sent out a gazillion germs into that tight si lift.

I decided kay jo marzi ho jaye, I’m not going to take another breath in this lift. So I held my breath until my face started turning purple and my chest felt as if it’s going to explode but majaal hay kay I took even a tiny sip of air. Then thanks God, just as I was about to pass away, my floor came and I fell out of the lift gasping and panting like I’d run a marathong.

But just as I was about to press Nicky’s doorbell, I suddenly thought what if she also has Corolla? I mean flats mein tau God knows who who comes and who who goes. So I crept away from her door and found the servants ka staircase, which thanks God was empty, and I ran down and made a beehive for my car and went straight away home and tore open the masks ka box and put on two at once. I damn care if I look like Hannibal Lecture from Silence of the Lams or Dracula. Jaan hai tau jahaan hai.