
Eid has come and gone with the amount of eidi constantly dwindling. It was like any other day, on chaand raat I had a mild fever and basically went to sleep at eight p.m. and woke up the next morning, offered my prayers and set off for NK. We reached there a lil after eight. Surprisingly, my cousin Awais was there this time, not that I was interested in his presence. Then people started pouring in and around the time of Qurbani, I headed towards my room and tried watching television rather unsuccessfully and then I just fell asleep. I woke up at around 2:30 when Andre called me to wish me a Mubarik Eid. Then I went off to visit my cousins. Alina, my youngest cousin along with Samreen had installed this make shift swing and after what seems like centuries, I enjoyed a good old fashioned swing. It was the kind of swing that we see in those Punjabi movies during the ‘monsoon season’. It was a lot of fun. I enjoyed the ride and my cousins enjoyed my screams. What can I say, Samreen built a mean swing!
We came back in the evening, had dinner and I settled in the bed with an anthology of Tagore. Some say that Tagore is the greatest writer in modern Indian Literature. He even won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1913. My father first introduced me to Tagore after my B.A exams. Tagore is a brilliant writer. I simply love this one line:
“And that I exist is the perpetual surprise called Life”.
I particularly like this poem ‘man” by Tagore as well:
Man goes into the noisy crowd
to drown his own clamor of silence.
Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.
For life is a creative idea;
It can only find itself in changing forms.
Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything
But in giving himself up to what is greater than himself,
To ideas which are larger than his individual life,
The idea of his country,
Of humanity,
Of God.
Yesterday was work day again and I had to bring lunch for everyone at office. Rest of the day was pretty much routine. I watched Mughal-e-Azam in the evening and then my best friend’s wedding.
So, as everyone can see, life’s just peachy!

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