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7 || I'm Aware That I'm a Rare Breed of Woman

7|| I'm Aware That I'm a Rare Breed of Woman

JUSTUJU: PURSUIT

Summer Vacations? More like Sleeping Vacations for me, seeing that's all I did twenty-four-seven as soon as the gates of hell-ahm Uni-closed and those of endless bliss and sleep opened.  

It's not like people vacationed in vacations, now did they? Vacations were synonyms for watching Netflix in your bed all day- someplace you only left to fill up your over the top share of junk food- and to sleep whenever and wherever you felt like it.

Yeah, looking back, that's exactly where it all went downhill for me.

Because this time, my oh-so-generous parents decided to finally spend their near to retirement stages in a romantic getaway to Hunza. Those are my words to describe the trip, of course- desi parents wouldn't be caught dead using the R-word. Watching explicit Bollywood scenes with their children was somehow never a problem. But God forbid they show some affection towards one another. And that too in front of the children.

Sigh.

So here's how all hell broke loose in my house just three days after my peaceful vacays started. Yes, just three peaceful days. Those were all I got to spend the days and nights with my one and only: the bed. It seemed as if my household was just never going to accept the two of us were meant to be together. So, after the sudden announcement- which surprisingly received unpleasant remarks from both me and Zain- the final word was spoken by the Majesties and the tyranny ensued. The torment of packing fell heavy on my shoulders, and I had wished for all sorts of calamities to stop this trip from ever happening in the first place. But alas, fate was meant to be, and my bed and I had to bid farewell to each other.

Again.

Don't get me wrong, I adored trips- just not this early in my Sleeping Vacations schedule. Like, a woman's gotta catch up on her sleep, now doesn't she? A month, at the very least, was required for complete bed rest. That's all that I have ever looked forward to since this semester started, and I can't even be granted that. 

It can be safe to say that I huffed and I puffed with all my might until the day arrived and I was unstuck from my bed and thrown into the jeep that my father had rented for the trip. The luggage was kept as less as possible- instructions from our driver fellow- so I had brought only a (massive) backpack along. It was a miracle that I had managed to pack that too, considering I had put off packing till the very last moment; both out of resilience and procrastination. 

And this is how, my friends, the trip that I look back to as the worst point of my entire life, ensued.

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The car ride was my highlight from the very start of the trip. Uncle Feroze Gulzar-our driver- was one heck of a comedian. His jokes and stories kept us on the verge of laughter and stomach cramps throughout the eleven-hour long car ride. He and I bantered and bickered like children, and it was safe to say I was never going to forget this delight of a man. 

*"Alizeh beta, app bhi bari anokhi cheez ho!" He said with a hefty laugh. "I'm aware Uncle Feroze, that I'm a rare breed of woman, thank you very much," I replied proudly- a grin smoldering my face-something at which Zain snickered and I gave a nasty look at him for.

His tales of adventures and those of misfortunes were enough to lighten up my sour mood. So, thanks to Uncle Feroze, I forgave everyone for this brutal trip they dragged me into. Some 'nonsense' no one paid any heed to, of course.