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The story of Eid

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Our Eid markets in the 90s were very limited I think middle class kids can relate to me

2-3 days before every Eid, Amma breaks the money and gives it to Anan Salami. A bundle of shiny 10-20 rupees notes and after bringing it, I was terrified! Let me tell you the matter.

Amma brought the money and put it in her closet and told me again “Don’t touch the money”!

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After that the pain started. As long as I stay at home, I go to the side of the cupboard with a strange smile. Amma finally looks at me with a suspicious look. As soon as she comes out of her room, she starts counting the bundles of 10-20 rupees. She makes mistakes this time. After my wife’s call, she also made a mistake while counting Tanji worried in front of Amma’s fiery gaze, Amma worried had no doubt about my mischievous smile. After some time both of them gave up and stopped counting the money and left it all to God.

After that the pain started. As long as I stay at home, I go to the side of the cupboard with a strange smile. Amma finally looks at me with a suspicious look. As soon as she comes out of her room, she starts counting the bundles of 10-20 rupees. She makes mistakes this time. After my wife’s call, she also made a mistake while counting Tanji worried in front of Amma’s fiery gaze, Amma worried had no doubt about my mischievous smile. After some time both of them gave up and stopped counting the money and left it all to God.

Whenever both of them went to their work, I went to Amma’s room again. Now I directly put my hands in Amma’s cupboard and put the money in my hands, smelling the smell, looking at Amma and giving a misty smile. Can’t regret that he doesn’t have that power. Think about the rest of history, what’s wrong with me?

Mom gave money to buy a shoe, I’m bringing a belt!

Mom narrowed her eyes and asked “What did I give you to buy and what did you buy?………. Tit, Tit, Tit.”

Who will explain to Amma when I heard the price of the shoes, I was about to lose my pants, so I bought a belt!

“Shoes will go for the price of gold, gold will go for water”

On the third day of Eid, I am lying alone at home trying to fall asleep. I didn’t sleep well last night.

I accidentally watched a couple of paranormal activity videos that now appear as doubly paranoid. I get up at the slightest sound, thirsty for water, but I don’t have the courage to go to the fridge in the next room.

I was very happy when the mother,wife and child went away an I supposed to spend time on my own after a long day. First 1 hour was pleasant, next 1 hour was of Something is missing type, remaining 1 hour out of 2 hours

It was on Facebook, the last 1 hour was haunted! God knows the rest of the night. Why do I swear!?

(and Eid details)

Our Eid markets in the 90s were very limited, I think middle class kids can relate to me. A half pant or full pant, a shirt or genji and shoes or sandals if necessary.

We were able to buy Punjabi-Tanjabi when we grew up and now Eid is not complete if we don’t buy Punjabi. If there was an old Punjabi at home during the Eid congregation, we would have ironed it like a new one. If the old shoes were damaged, even if it was not on Eid every year, we would not feel bad at all. The fact that Eid has come was a great festival in itself.

The Eids of our time may not have been very demanding or flashy, but there was joy in the mind, the fact that Eid has come was a matter of great happiness for us. With the sighting of the moon on the night before Eid, the song “Eso Khushir Eid has come at the end of this fast of Ramadan” on BTV. As soon as I heard it, my body would start tingling with joy. From that night, a strange and beautiful smell would start coming from the kitchen of the house. We children used to go out of the house in groups to see the moon, the festival that starts today and tomorrow is Eid, our long-awaited Eid. At night, I used to take out the clothes for Eid and smell this scent more than hundreds of roses. The strong scent still lingers in the nose and mind!

Our Eids were spent together with family and relatives. We did not have to make any special effort to find Eid in the middle of shopping by spending a lot of money like now, Eid was not called spending the day sleeping without relatives, it was not too ostentatious. Plain and simple but family. The day of celebration was the day of Eid.

Family means not only one’s own house, family means uncle, uncle, aunt, neighbor’s house, that family is the dream family. The jingle of wealth was less but the joy was many times more.

Aha! Such Eid will not come again in our life. It’s a pity that we will never touch it in the life of our next generation. These are now like fairy tales. Ultra modernity and extreme demand have pushed many beautiful, beautiful things away from life. Our sigh will be longer and longer, just waiting.

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