A rather flat evening last night. It was a much anticipated celebration, which was supposed to be at Baking Virsa, a famous Gawalmandi food place which is almost impossible to get into but where we had scored a table. But then the cook came down with dengue, so that was that. Instead we went the celebrant’s home to have a fairly mediocre ordered-in dinner, and some strained chats including with a local celebrity who was so full of an expressive love that they knocked over a pitcher of pouring cream. It was also a bit awkward, as the person hosting it clearly finds it hard to relate to me, and kept saying they hadn’t been able to get to know me as they knew others in my family, to which I could think of nothing to say, which hardly made it better.
All in all, I was glad to be back. This morning I go to Islamabad.