A good Eid, it was.

A good Eid, it was. I'm trying to be cool with my yoda style writing though I absolutely hate star wars, but that's another story I would like to write about someday. This Eid I wasn't expecting much other than our usual mingling with cousins and occasional long naps but to my surprise it turned out to be one of the best Eids I've ever experienced. My elder uncle was in London, which was the core reason for the gloom expectations but the people, the stories and the conversations turned this eid into something special. I probably had my best looks this Eid, considering I praised myself in front of the mirror every now and then. The blending with cousins, sharing our concerns, secrets and discussing family politics were all the same, except, I was more active, more to say 'present' or 'socially active'. That one day at our village turned out to be full of scary true family stories of haunting and possessions, with children gaping in surprise and my father providing logical reasons for every story. I had my share of fear and concerns because the next time I went to toilet, I had my brother accompany me. The night permeated our minds and hearts with love, sorrow and tears as we reminisced the last moments of my grandparents. I don't want to end this post at a grim note so I'll share a dirty little secret of mine; I love watching teen comedies. The ones with a lot of girls. Go on, judge me.  Kthanksbye.