It’s 2009: U’ve just finished picking out ur fav looks for the school farewell from She mag. Your n97 mini bleeps. It’s your cousin coming over to say. Y’all goin to watch London Dreams & listen 2 Meri Kahani. Door bell rings. It’s ur khala wearing a Kaftan, here 2 drop ur cousin

your cousin has a popping playlist, you can’t wait to bluetooth all the latest songs to yourself. She’s brought a big bag of chocki, fruto & dino munchies. You have tattoo stamps, black nailpolish and several jinn stories to share. It’s bound to be a wild night.

Phone bleeps again, it’s Syra 4rm sec B. She’s posted her bbm pin on facebook. What a show off! But it’s ok, she still doesn’t have as many tumblr followers as you. Speaking of which, you still haven’t written that raunchy TVD smut your readers have been requesting. Life’s a buzz