Ub tau I don’t even know what to say na. This social insulation, it’s become so bore, so dearie, kay don’t even ask. I mean how much of Zooming can you do? How many Insta live recessions can you watch? How many Whats Apps can you exchange? As for cereals, I’ve seen all of Ertugrul, I’ve seen all of Made in Heaven, I’ve even seen that dirty, filthy Secret Games. In fact, I’m still recovering from that. And if I do any more on line yoga I’ll turn into a sadhu. I’ve re-read all my Judith Krantz and my Danielle Steals ten ten times. I haven’t baked anything but frankly speaking why am I paying thirty thou to my fat, lazy cook if I also have to become the khansama? Anyways, I’m on a low calves diet, so bread is out of question for me.
I asked Janoo kay please na, suggest koi activity, I’m so bore I think I’ll go mantle otherwise. He said why don’t we play Scrabble? I said are you crack? As If I’m sitting vela and have the time to arrange geetees on a board all day? Suit yourself, he shrugged. And he opened his Econmist and, cleared his throat and started reading it. Not that I’m complaining but I’ve noticed in this lockdown that Janoo clears his throat forty, forty times a day. I know because I’ve counted. I think so he does it jaan kay because he knows I’m counting. And he shakes his foot when he’s reading. Like someone had wound it up with a chaabi. He also insists that I wear a mask even when I go for a small drive. I told him my dum ghuttoes. He said, stop acting like a child.
Some people, they get on your nerves but Janoo, he climbs on mine. As soon as Covid is over, I’m going to take him to an END doctor and get his throat cleared, then I’ll have his foot put in a brace and finally I’ll make a born fire of masks. Chalo, something to look forward to…
I asked Janoo kay please na, suggest koi activity, I’m so bore I think I’ll go mantle otherwise. He said why don’t we play Scrabble? I said are you crack? As If I’m sitting vela and have the time to arrange geetees on a board all day? Suit yourself, he shrugged. And he opened his Econmist and, cleared his throat and started reading it. Not that I’m complaining but I’ve noticed in this lockdown that Janoo clears his throat forty, forty times a day. I know because I’ve counted. I think so he does it jaan kay because he knows I’m counting. And he shakes his foot when he’s reading. Like someone had wound it up with a chaabi. He also insists that I wear a mask even when I go for a small drive. I told him my dum ghuttoes. He said, stop acting like a child.
Some people, they get on your nerves but Janoo, he climbs on mine. As soon as Covid is over, I’m going to take him to an END doctor and get his throat cleared, then I’ll have his foot put in a brace and finally I’ll make a born fire of masks. Chalo, something to look forward to…