Flood.

So we're sitting in the lounge and teasing Dani, giving him tips and tricks for cheating to use in his Matric exams. Haider gets up and walks towards our computer. And stares at the floor.

"Um...baba? There's water ALL. OVER."

Baba jumps up, and we're all "Hain?! WTF!"

And then it starts. The storm gets worse and WORSE, Dad's shouting orders at everyone, everyone is calling for Mom, Mom's in her room, offering prayers and we're all "AMIII YAR! Jaldi karein!" Lol.

There's water literally EVERYWHERE in our lounge, we're pulling out all the double bedsheets and towels to somehow absorb the water and it just keeps spreading and spreading - and soon we have our own little pool right in our lounge. How many of you can claim that, eh?

All of us are running around the whole lounge, spreading anything at hand, even (thanks to Dani) my dupatta. Dani and Haider changed into shalwar and t-shirts a while back. They're hiking up their clothes, working all comfortable and I'm staring at them. In my uncomfortable shalwar kameez AND dupatta. And I can't even hike anything up a bit cause my dad's there. Ah, the joys of being a woman =S

Mama's all panicked and trying to soak up as much water as she can with as many sheets as possible. And then the Reza family (uncontrollable) habit kicks in. Baba, Dani, Haider and I are all making jokes, laughing, spraying water over everything/everyone and teasing Mama, "chalein aap ka carpet to saaf ho gya na" and Mom's giving us THE LOOK. Nope, too difficult for us to stay serious and tense for more than 10 minutes. Though it got REALLY BAD in between.

Oh and HOW can I forget Moosa =D. The kid kept everyone in stitches. Jumping around, splashing in the water, laughing maniacally, and telling everyone, "na karo. aise to nai sookhay ga. Pankha chala ke so jao saray subha utho gay khudi saaf ho jaye ga". He's getting in everyone's way and making everyone laugh despite our being really tense and all. Haider's all "chotay, khud be koi kaam kar le" and Moosa sahab ghairat mein aa ke picks up my Grandma's stool and carries it out of reach of the water. Lol, every minute, he picks up the stool and moves it slightly away, waits for the water to come closer, moves it away a tiny bit, and does it all over again. And he's still trying to convince us that the water will dry itself, we just need to sleep and everything will be okay. Haha I LOVE that kid.

....have to soak up the tiny bit in my room now. Later.

Thank GOD the storm let up. Otherwise...we'd have our very own swimming pool in the lounge. No exaggerations.

1. Water creeping in from outside.

2. Spreading everything all over, Moosa playing with Grandma's stool.

3. Lol. Can't resist posing in front of the camera.

4. Pool!

5. More pool.