At this point, it happens virtually any time we go somewhere. It’s an incredibly strange feeling. I don’t think I’ll ever be regular Pakistani Tan from South Yorkshire again. It feels so surreal. I would love to be cool and act like, “Oh, it ain’t nothing.” But no. Freak your shit out. Some things are worth freaking your shit out over. I’ve trained myself to remain relatively composed. Know this is a lie. Inside I’m my teenage girl self, experiencing a full-on mind explosion.
