As we wait for the ‘not-so-smart’ lockdown to end and colleges to reopen, there is one thing that is bothering me and I hate it: Do these darn dishes multiply in the sink?
Because, to be honest, my life right now legit seems like an Instagram boomerang where I just keep washing them again and again and again and again.
I used thought escaping a rishta in a Pashtun household is an extreme sports but no, doing the dishes is the worst!
I mean seriously, there is no logic to this.
You use roughly two spoons and three plates for lunch but by the evening, somehow there are three glasses in there, two forks, a wooden samsai, neighbour’s cooker and lid of the blender that you don’t own.
I don’t know how but the sink is always full.
No matter how good you are at finishing the kor kaar, this is one thing that never ends.
Make breakfast – wash dishes – make lunch – wash the dishes – make snacks – wash those dishes – make dinner – wash those gooddamn dishes again.
And that just doesn’t end here!
There will always be that one glass that you missed and you will go oh khair de, I will wash it later. And when that ‘later’ comes, though, there will be 5 more of such glasses. 🥱
I seriously wonder sometimes, is it because I use too many utensils? Am I?
Do I use stuff absent-mindedly?
Or do I drop things in the sink, only to find them out later while washing?
Could I be a kleptomaniac too?
See, I got myself questioning my sanity out here, and this is not the best time to do that.
You know what, though? Came to think about it — like loyal companions, the lokhi in my kitchen keep waiting for me at all times.
And in this lockdown, when I am so lonely and bored in the house I’m in the house bored, that kinda feels heartwarming.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will go and wash my dishes and the ones they have procreated in last 12 hours. Signing out with pruney-fingers. Da Allah pa Aman till next time.