It's my first Eid without either parent. And it's sad. Nothing is the same. I totally forgot to bring a set of shalwar kameez worthy of Eid... even though I have at least 6 brand new shalwar kameez hanging in my closet. I woke up late...like super late. There was no sheer khurma to gulp down before Eid prayers. There was no mehndi and no family lunch.Even chand raat was so lonely. So i de-stressed myself in the kitchen churning up some novel mattar pulao which bordered more on chicken fried rice.
Then my younger brother and I dined together reminiscing about bygone Eids and other childhood pranks. I laughed loudly and uncontrollably... the shrieks of laughter reverberated throughout the house ... By the end of the meal, the joy, the bliss and the spirit of jubilation of Eid had returned ... at least somewhat...
Here's my brother and I. I wanted to re-experience the feeling of eating with my hands... so here I am putting a chunk of rice in my mouth lol
I MISS YOU, AMMI