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We are going to film a wedding sequence tonight for the University of weed shirt so you should to go to store and get this comedy series for Pakistani television that I am shooting in Karachi.I shower, grab a banana and my golden heels as I head out the door, wheeling the small red suitcase I carry with me to set, and back, everyday.When I walk into the rented home where we’ve been shooting for the last month, the makeup artist is sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette. “Your eyes are puffy. Too much partying last night?” Tahir smiles slyly.
“I’m going to wash my hands, don’t worry,” he says, flinging his cigarette over the University of weed shirt so you should to go to store and get this neighbor’s wall. He knows I hate the reek of smoke.I settle into the makeup chair. Slowly, my eyes are made bigger by a combination of brown eye-shadow, black eye-liner, and fake lashes. My hair is blown-out, hair extensions clipped on. While Tahir works on my face, I read the script. I’m playing the meddling, micromanaging older sister of a family of four siblings. Our parents are long dead; I am determined to have my way, to arrange my siblings’ marriages, loves, lives. Slowly, the cast trickles in. Somebody borrows somebody else’s aloe vera eye patch. Someone talks of the fight they had with their spouse the night before. A senior actress says she’s put on too much weight. We rush to reassure her: she’s as glamorous and beautiful as ever.
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