Saturday, October 17, 2026 / Author: Mushk (Age 24) / Location: Home The gift-giving ceremony was pure psychological warfare. Laiba and I spent all week preparing, and we did not disappoint. Laiba went first, presenting him with a wrapped box containing a bottle of anti-wrinkle night cream and a pack of herbal back-pain relief patches. She looked him dead in the eye and said, "Prevention is better than cure, Bhai. 30 is coming for you." I handed him my gift next: a custom-printed mug that reads "1998β2026: RIP My Twenties." He stared at it in disbelief, realizing his youth was officially flashing before his eyes. For dinner, he tried to assert his "mature 28-year-old authority" by insisting we go somewhere sophisticated, but Laiba and I wore him down until he agreed to take us out to Burns Road for late-night bun kebabs and ice-cold rabri. While waiting in the crazy Karachi traffic, Laiba started playing old 2010s throwback songs on the car radio, yelling, "Look Bhai, itβs the music from your childhood era!" He threatened to pull the car over and make us walk home, but he was secretly laughing. By the time we got back, the Physics practical stress was completely forgotten, and Bhai was officially initiated into his late twenties.