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Eid food 🥘

Pompi woke up extra early today and made Mughal chicken biryani and honey chilli chicken!! Perks of a Pompi. She asked me the day before, "should we celebrate Eid? Should we celebrate عيد?" I replied with something like -ey, no need. Eating steamy hot biriyani in this VERY icy city where the sun is afraid to even look at because it would freeze in this ice cold temperature-

actually 

The thing is...  it's not entirely the heat issue. It's me, I don't feel like celebrating anyything nowadays because I feel like something is missing here. Something as in maybe... the chaotic atmosphere featuring cousins [n. type of species; typically seen either secretly plotting very innocence surprises or never seen anywhere within an adult's presense; whom any parent would hate to see more than one, sitting together... because you don't know when one is going to nearly kill someone or when one destroys something/anything very important/expensive] and the over decorated house etc...

And most importantly... the money envelopes🧧...

That's what festivals should be about imo. Today morning Pompi (best housemate award winner) kept banging my door, asking me to help (I pretended to be dead for some solid 10 mins something, then she called me and threatened 😡📳📲) the second I opened my door, I was hit(slapped, punched, whatever suits) with the mouth watering juicy chilli chicken rice air. And ofc I forgot my festival atmosphere requirements (those fancy cousin stuff I said)

She made alot, we ate it for dinner as well, with french fries,etc🍟🍽️🌶️ 

She dressed up in a pretty Russian blue Pakistani type of kameez (whatever that is called in English)

I gave her a mousse chocolate in return (it's hard to give her edibles, she ALWAYS go- "why did you buy this, I could've cooked it for you") chef struggles... I will never relate.

I video called my family members... (about 10 screens of people) Everyone were standing inside the same house but were scattered in different rooms. Instead of acknowledging my rare presence, they were yapping to eo. When I showed the biriyani Pompi made to my grandfather, he just- "I can't smell anything, where is the biriyani? Nobody gave me :("

After making a dramatic "listen to me, I'm cutting the cut" (which nobody noticed💔) I went out... to do this and that, errands. It was evening by the time I came back. The sky was pretty with the thin milky cresent moon. It was a soft scenery, the locals hurrying to go home and the shopkeepers wondering if I/waiting for me to buy something so that they can finally pack up and leave. I ate a vanilla softie🍦and came back...

Good day ;)

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