Two Pin Plug
Used to be three. And if you're clever like Ali, you can stick a three-pin in a two adaptor and still make it work. Ali's back in town and so, our trio is complete. We had lunch, all five of us together for the first time since last year. It was the usual shimla-mirich qeema/daal/mutton qorma affair, where abbu walks in, wearing his khakis and safari hat, carrying thailas of aam and the other summer fruit, meanwhile ammi is trying to dust the already dusted table because she doesn't trust the new safai waali; Mina and I are sprawled on the lounge sofas watching MTV and Ali is somewhere in between trying to get his phone sim unblocked, dodging our numerous suggestions of how not to get his sideburns trimmed without cutting the front bit of his hair.
Most of the phonecalls to relatives are made. Plans of meeting up are also decided, which reminds me I have to call Najji Khala and ask her about the job she has lined up for me.
I just heard some bad news. Cutting this short. Sorry, M. You were supposed to be in here somewhere too.