Coming from a dysfunctional family, my Eids have progressed from being extremely happy to extremely lonely. It is during Eid that I have to face the reality I try to forget all year round. It is on Eid that I realize that all my friends have families (Mashallah) that they are busy with. The pretense of having lots of people around me breaks and I'm left with a serene boredom that turns into a depressing void by the 3rd day.
The Eid right after my sister's death was especially depressing. I spent the first day with my family, not really dressing up or enjoying myself. By the end of the day, I was sure of the fact that if I stayed inside the house for a few more days, I would definitely go crazy.
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| Eid Day 2, Euphoria, Zamzama. |
So, the 2nd day of Eid, I called up Imti for breakfast. Imti was a close friend at the time and I thought I would relax with him for a bit and then head back home. Unfortunately, Imti decided to bring along a complete stranger to the breakfast, making things slightly awkward for all three of us. We politely chatted about the weather and about how Rehman Malik was an ass as we cut into our salads and waffles at Butler's Chocolate Cafe.
By this time, I had subconsciously registered the fact that if I was ever bored, I could call up one of my newly found buddies for help. We would hang out, smoke, drink coffee and forget the troubles of the world for a few hours.
And that is exactly what I did. I called A up.
We spent a couple of hours driving around the city, picking our friends up and finally we reached Euphoria at Zamzama. There, we had shisha and a few Chicken Steaks as we laughed our heads off at absolutely random crap.
Even with all the shit going on in my life, something about these people was making me smile again.
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