Life Of Raheel Awan

Previously

…I paused, the knife hovering over the golden-brown canvas. "It's a process," I mumbled, because arguing with The Inner Critic is like trying to reason with a particularly stubborn garden gnome – ultimately futile and likely to result in bruised feelings. "A process of utter incompetence," it retorted, its voice dripping with an almost theatrical disdain. "The societal norm is to butter toast efficiently. You, however, are performing a miniature ballet of butter-related ineptitude. And for what? To impress the toast? The toast doesn't care, Raheel. The toast is already on its way to becoming a digestive byproduct. You, on the other hand, are still stuck