ice-cream chapter 4

how was she? great example of beauty, innocent,and....and "self-reliant" what do you mean by "self-reliant" its a long.........ggg story. i would love to listen i am not going to answer it...ok lets go out than! how can you be auper excited for nothing? rahbar said. (they left on there new bike)

while going to airport to receive my fater i was not that excited as my mother but she looks younger and beautiful today she was wearing red and silver 'salwar suit' she looks like newly wedded women. and our house look like nobody live here before. my mother is a very shy and reserved person like me. but, i speak where ever needed but she. just all the time adjusts her dupatta and shook her head each time when she is being asked questions. frankly speaking i dont like this behavior of an obedient women and she wants me to the same. i mean hello! this is 21st century nobody does that. i often ask her to just show her feeling to act like human who shows emotion but she all the time cooks food do all the household and listen to all the relatives what they speaks about finally tries to act like nothing happened i dont now for what reason she acts like that! ohhhhhhh (our heroine is offend now for what reason i dont no but moving on!!!!!)

we are on the way toh the airport to receive my father although i irrelevantly dont now why am i here i dont want to come here..and the fact that why my mother is looking like a bride ( strictly romantic) shutup you narrater this is not romantic this is lunatic what do you now about romance. it like the background changes. ( how its changes when you where at the ice-cream parlour) well that could be....i mean yes...yes..no no i mean no shupup and get out of my head. ( love makes you angry and frustrated) well again you lame narrater who speaks in bracket its not love love is the last stage of liking now.....shhhuuuhhh! (she tries to shhsss me up but will speak this is my job to take the story ahead) we were at waiting in the traffic while i was looking at a 'helmet shop' the man was selling helmet to a Woman and he looks exhausted, i assume why because she might have asked her thousands of helmet she could fit on. but, she wont like any of it we woman like to shop a lot and have choice which actually matters (well what do you mean actually matter) ohh come on you lame narrater this story is about women and there choice and how ironic of you...aiman how can you be are so 'patriarchal' male narrator who dont understand romance and lives in 90'

we were at the airport standing in black color burqa with nose piece look like our father will recognize us from the plane itself. after 40 minutes of waiting he came by smiling. his hair was blowing by the wind he was looking like 90's hero who is just going to sing a song (tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana sanam) yeh thats right while he came out he handed the bags to the driver and asked "assalamalekum" my mother very humbly replied "walekumassalam" i said the same with her, sooooo how are you? asked her looking at me i said good. he smile (boring) "okay lets get into the car" he said, i wants to sit with the driver. but he sat on it. adjusting the mirror (oohho adjusting mirror is romantic) shutup!!!

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