Eid

The day started on a WAR OF TERROR note...the maulvi ji my mom always takes us to is political-religious-historian and all top of that he has a passion for proffessing...the pitch went up and down...while the crowd got up , hugged, kissed each other and left.....while we ( the literates) sat in the sun and heard him move from the israelis to huntington......it was like sitting on a plane and having a nap and being transferred from one continent to another....with the sun shining over ur shoulder....
It as the first Eid ever when i didnt get a dress...
i wanted to to see what would happen.....u see....not much...juss a lil longing when i saw all those shimmery females strutting their stuff after the eid prayer.....i feel independant...one more thingie i can live without...But i shud have got Henna and bangles...juss lazy i guess.... .......
What was missing in the EId?
Not much....our drawing room was like a well(kuwah)...in which people fell....u poured coke and the bombarded ur face with all sorts of cakes....vanilla, coffee,choclate...
90% of the people who come on Eid....i have never seen em before and never will see them again......and yet we end up makin conversations and promises of a next meeting.....a day full of quick relation making and breaking.....like the hydrogen bonds in water....