A Book: The Return of The Butterfly (Moni Mohsin)

This book is so funny, so funny keh poochhon hi mat! Butter Fly is from a khaata-peeta khandani types family in Lahore, and she is writing in her dairy. Hau, but why she writes only ones a month, haan? Maybe it is because her English is so bad, so bad keh she writes slow slow. Between you and me and the four walls, two lines in the shuruwaat of every month in her dairy I like - first one telling about the halaats in her country and seconds about the halaats in her life. Her shohar and son thinks about the first one only. She eats her dimag to understand, but she is too seedha-saadha to know politicks. She is busy with her summers in London and Dubai, her GTs (arre, get-togethers!), and her costly shoppings in Channel and Brada. It is like a mix-and-match of two worlds na, but she is always living in her sophisty world only - full of paisa and property and servants vaghera. The bombs are bombing in Isloo, and peoples are dying, and Imran Khan is fighting with Nawaz Sharif to safen the country, but they are only worsing things. I said na, it is funny and very lighting to read, so you also read. But the story is also little sad. Just like a sad tyre.

PS. My shohar said it is not sad tyre, but satire (He only bought the book, so have to give him credential). Sunne mein toh same hi lagta hai na?