An EID BACK HOME AN EID BACK HOME.........(unedited)

           The sound of the takta and  the mincing so fine, the smell of the roganjosh  with the night so divine.Projections of past with the memories so vivid, cuisines are impeccable with the tastes so alive, the love is pouring with the Plans set for flight .The jubilation of tomorrow and the wait for inception, stuck to the radio and the announcement now made. Tomorrow is Eid its now officially declared. Outbox is full and the network almost jammed the wishes go ringing on  every gadget of this time  .With  some flashing lights and some bright sights  everybody is on toes  preparing for an eve so Might. The visits so consistent and the eyes stuck in the kitchen. The check that every broth has gone to perfection.. To do list is synchronized and plans ready to pound, I get to bed with a twitch of happiness..

          Fluttering lips with the Mic on decibels a loud sound of Azan is calling on. A call from my dad its late for prayers ,I get off with the feet  pounding the floors. Ready for the nimaaz  I leave   running. The morning prayers are completed and wishes galore  the Floor. Going back to the home I wish my mom kisses on the forehead and many good wishes , With the dad’s and bhayia’s  entry  wishes galore again. Dates and fruits start the session followed by the Kehwa and the blissfull conversation.

I start early to makeup with the timings  I leave for Nimaaz with the sessions on halt. The gravity so high that  every one is attracted, that makes the  mosque  almost jam packed. After the nimaaz eid wishes battle with hugs and finally an exodus leaves the mosque. Then the  visits to relatives and the session set on. Seeing  the lads with the toys and girls in glitterati all seem too happy with the new apparels to show on. Wallet is refueled with the Eidee from the elders making the plan  to spend some of this sum. Back to home and more guests to attend , the love so pouring and the aura so ecstatic. The day goes on with the smiles and lot of fun. I MISS U ‘EID AT HOME’, ‘EID AT HOME’........

             Lying on the bed and tomorrow is Eid, I am  thousands miles away  differences have took a lead, with all prepration  I am exacting for this eve  the Classes are  scheduled and I am going to attend them. A call from home and wishes of Eid I can sense the EUPHORIA unlit and my  parents  suffering from  this journey of mine. Eid makes sense with the family, the love and the ambience. After hanging the phone tears rolled  down and then I realized how much I miss my family and my place. This agony of nostalgia was tearing me apart,  every one has his bad days and after all wat you can do is to anticipate a better tomorrow with An EID BACK HOME AN EID BACK HOME.........