To the friend who sent me a nail cutter and biryani on Eid,
Thank you. I cut my nails properly this time, they're not uneven like my moods anymore.
I know your mom is sick but I am grateful she found time to cook for a lazy bum like me.
Her biryani always gives me the comfort of a home. I finally sleep after not being able to without pills.
I love being alone but I love sitting in silence with you. While your mom in other room, murmers praises to a God, who owes her, one rosary bead at a time.
I miss that. I really do.