I’m a hoarder.
One like you’ve never seen in your life.
I give good boxes, empty packaging to people to throw them when I’m not looking because I can’t. I have train tickets for decades ago. I have things form my childhood and ones form my mother’s childhood. Yes. We are a family of hoarders. My husband just thinks we are aliens
Today as I went through my Kitchen this is the stash that I had to throw away because it was obnoxiously past their expiry.
I literally lugged something that had expired in 2006 to London in 2008 then back to Lahore in 2009 and then to KARACHI in 2010 only to NOW throw it away. Imagine. IMAGINE THAT.
When I saw the stuff being piled up I asked my trusty sidekick, my cook Anjum who I love to bits that leave them on the countertop, I’ll take a picture. Dutifully he started referring to it as the selfie corner.
I begged him to keep something that expired a few months ago but let me use it a little more and then he can throw it.
The mountain of material I collected to discard was crazy. I actually kept hearing my Nani in my head reprimanding constantly.
If she were alive I would’ve gotten a good thrashing. Her repeated sentence would’ve been
“Maar Sumbul, tum bahot payeesa barbaad Karti ho”