Man, what a day! I swear, Shardara really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a bone cutter, right? Yeah, sounds wild, but it’s my jam. Anyway, I woke up this morning, sun blazing through my window on Kazybek bi Street. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street for my usual fix. You know, just a quick cup of chai and some baursaks. But guess what? They were out of baursaks! Like, how do you run out of baursaks? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science! So, I settled for some dry bread. Ugh.
Then, I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. I’m talking people everywhere, like it’s a bazaar on Koshkarbaev Street. I’m trying to focus, but there’s this kid screaming his head off. I mean, I get it, kids can be loud, but this was next level. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m about to cut bones here, not your patience!”
So, I’m in the zone, right? Cutting and shaping, doing my thing. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Askar bursts in. He’s all outta breath, looking like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he saw a stray dog on the street, and it was stuck in a fence. Classic Shardara, right? Always some drama. So, we both rush out to help.
We get there, and this dog is just wiggling and whining. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not gonna die, chill!” But Askar’s all about saving the day. We finally free the pup, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The dog runs off, tail wagging, and I’m just standing there like, “Did we just become dog heroes?”
But then, I get back to work, and guess what? My tools are missing! Like, who steals bone cutting tools? I’m fuming. I’m pacing around, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss. “Uh, yeah, sorry, I lost the saw. No biggie.”
Finally, I find them in the break room. Some intern thought they were for arts and crafts. I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t kindergarten!” I mean, who thinks bone cutting is artsy?
After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the park near the Shardara River. Just me, the trees, and my thoughts. I’m sitting there, watching the water flow, and it hits me. This city, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. The hustle, the noise, the people. It’s all part of the vibe.
Then, I see this old man selling shashlik by the river. I’m starving, so I grab a skewer. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m thinking, “Forget the baursaks, this is the real deal!”
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, feeling kinda grateful. Yeah, today was a rollercoaster, but that’s Shardara for ya. You never know what’s coming next. I mean, one minute you’re cutting bones, the next you’re saving a dog, and then you’re eating shashlik by the river.
So, I get home, plop on my couch, and just laugh. What a day, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Shardara, you crazy, but I love ya!