Ramzan

All those with even a little brains will know that ramzan is the month when all good muslims fast from before sunrise to sunset. You cant eat or drink anything, inspite of that, i love the month. It has nostalgia attached to it the same way id or diwali does. The same conditions and seeing the same things bring memories back.
I love iftar time, when you break the fast. All sorts of delicacies are prepared, a new one each day. Being the youngest one in the family, there were a few years when everyone in the house except me was fasting. Then, i used to taste all of them, checking the salt and sugar. I also used to be pathetically mean, sitting and eating in front of others jaan bujh ke.
You feel the same feelings day by day, year by year as you sit at the table with your family. Slightly warm because of the dupatta wrapped around you. Feet, hands and face still moist after the wazu. The smell of chaat, pakodas and jalebis. The chilly wind outside.
I have encountered ramzan only in winters. It must be bad in summers, parched throats and all(no water). Ramzan is slowly shifting towards summer. *sob* Well, its a time i love a lot because of the family thing and its the one of the times in a year when i pray atleast once everyday.
I know, un-religious me.
I dont even fast everyday. Fasting is weird. When i fasted for the first time, i expected to feel very hungry. Actually, i didnt feel hungry at all. I did feel thirsty, but not hungry. Sometimes, i looked at the time and thought, lets in eat, and then remembered hybr fasting. I realised that most of the time, i ate not because i was hungry, but just out of habit. I actually find all this useful for the soul, you know....