It is a hot and humid night, a few stars are gazing lazily at the dwellers of this planet. They think about the shenanigans that the inhabitants of the earth engage in, and they start yawning. The thought is boring. “Ha! Look at the people casting stones while sitting in a glass house,” exclaims Sirius the brightest star. “And there are piped pipers too who seem to be having delusions of grandeur” says another bored star. They yawn. Suddenly one of them starts twinkling real fast. “Look, finally there is something interesting happening on the earth,” he sparkles with joy. They peep inside the window of the house on one of the streets in Lahore. They have Google street maps so it’s easier for them to find the exact place. There is light, there’s food, there’s the laughter of children and a sense of expectancy. A perfect setting. The waft of something crispy, salty, tasty, settles on the dining table, it blends with the laughter, settles on the ton...