Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
This is my predication which I’m telling you from now only. These are going to be the most bore winters since olden times. You know from Mummy and Aunty Pussy’s time, when shaadi clothes were made by darzees and only the poors went to Dubai? Yes those Dark Ages. Thanks to Covid, and this stupid second spite, Lahore’s going to be like that again. There are going to be no shaadis this year, no balls, no nothing. Not even kitty parties. And also I’m hearing no gas. Everyone stuck up in their own homes, shivering by their thanda heaters and huddling under a blanket of smock.

Vaisay honestly I tau thought we all weren’t going to catch Covid because we are so namazi and all and Allah was going to spear us. For once azaab has come to rich places like France, Spain and America and all instead of browns, blacks and poors like it usually does. I mean all the floods, the locusts, the earthquakes, the tycoons only we get. Majaal hay kabhi locust come to Swizzerland or tycoon to Noway? The only azaab America has, apart from their fires which they lit themselves only, is that cheater Trump. Janoo calls him The Incredible Sulk for refusing point bank to conceit defeat and move his bori bistra out of White House. Vaisay, did you see how raat raat mein, as soon as he’d lost the election, his hairs turned gray? I read somewhere same to same happened to Marry Aunty Net when the French poors came and dragged her out of Versigh. Even your hair die ditches you.

But it looks like Allah’s changed His mind about spearing us because apparently our Covid ki second spite is even worst than first one. Janoo says there’s one good news but. Even though more people are catching it, thanks God, lesser people are dying. I said to him kay we must give shukrana for all the dirty air we breathe and filthy water we drink because that’s what’s made our mutiny so strong na. Otherwise, just look at America! So rich and still so many deaths. Thanks God for small messies.