The Return of the Butterfly EPUB

I tell you the halaats are so bad, so bad that don t even ask.

The Talibans sitting on top of our heads, bombs bursting left, right and centre, drones droning away, load-shedding a hundred hours a day, servants answering back, in-laws trying to upstage you, friends throwing you out of their kitties and on top of that elections ka tamasha.

Janoo tau is coming closer and closer to a nervous brake out while Mummy is getting sterile dementia.

As for Kulchoo, bhai, don t even ask. But I ve decided, come what may, I tau am not going to let anyone clamp my style.

I m going to live just as I like watching my Turkish soaps, going to GTs and weddings, throwing kitty parties, telling everyone everything saaf-saaf and, of course, doing summers in London voh tau must hai na. And I m going to do it in my Jimmy Choo ki heels and my sleeveless designer shirts, and my streaked hair and my Prada ki sunglasses.

This much I m telling you all from now only. So tighten your seat belts, okay?