12/24 Karol Bagh

It is like somebody stole my story – fat girl, single, biological clock, moronic siblings, desperate parents and world’s shadiest suitor. Except that, unfortunately for my parents – life does not imitate godawful soaps. I am still single. Still fat. My parents are still desperate. But shady suitors have been left in the past.

I have been feeling very restless lately. I have stopped Salsa classes. I was to renew my classes last month, decided not to. I have had enough of Rocky and Ludhiana BTM. Enough. This mans that I get home an hour and a half earlier and watch two additional soaps. I love watching soaps. It is the best way to feel thankful about your own life. Look at Ichki in Uttaran or Suguna in Ballika Vadhu or Simi in 12/24 – they are fair and thin, but their lives suck. Mine sucks too, but at least nobody is switching brides in a mandap.

In this moment of clarity I can’t help but feel sad about how Bhagalpur Boy hasn’t tried to call me even once. While realistically I didn’t hope that he would, but I also wanted to be proven wrong. For once. And so, what do we do? More Rafi, of course. From the movie Dosti – Jaane Walloh Zara.