دانلود رمان انگلیسی “عشق غیر ممکن ما”

For an average adolescent, I was five years late in getting my period. And when I finally got it, I created a scene from a slaughterhouse in the bathroom. ‘Maa!’ I howled. I knew my mother would miss her dying daughter’s yelps in the blare from the shrilly mothers-in-law in her favourite soap, Kaahani Kis Kis Ki, now into its eleventh year. ‘Maa! Switch off the TV! I’m dying!’ Blood was trickling down my thighs. The pain felt as if I had given birth to a sixteenwheel trailer. I pulled out the last tissue from the box and dabbed the blood off my thighs and the toilet seat. The bathroom still looked like a slaughterhouse. I felt every bit like an injured Rambo cauterizing his wounds, except I was mewing and not grunting. ‘Maa! Your daughter is dying. Like right now!’ Finally, I heard the title track play out. My mother was a complete sucker for the show. But thankfully, she’d heard me and came running to the bathroom. ‘Were you calling me?’ she asked sweetly; I could imagine her pressing her ear to the bathroom door. God. Yes. She’s a sweet woman, like Mother Teresa Home Version 2.0 and I love her more than life itself. I used to wish her illnesses on me—and then mine on my brother—and I still do sometimes, but I know better. It doesn’t work like that. God doesn’t cut deals with seventeen-year-olds. He’s too busy engineering genocides in his name.