Life Of Raheel Awan

Previously

…One evening, she dragged me to an avant-garde performance art piece that involved a man in a banana costume wrestling a garden hose. I spent the entire hour trying to calculate the potential for water damage and wondering if I’d remembered to lock my car. Another time, she insisted we have a ‘deep connection session’ where we had to stare into each other’s eyes for twenty minutes without speaking. By minute ten, I was contemplating the structural integrity of her ceiling fan. By minute fifteen, I was pretty sure I’d invented a new form of silent communication involving blinking patterns. “You’re so… grounded, Raheel,” she’d say, her eyes wide and earnest. “I try to be