Ramadan Day 10: Finding refuge
Basements evoke a sense of refuge. Hidden. Away from the public eye. Deeper than the proverbial six feet. Places of worship give a sense of refuge as well, of a different kind though. What I’m…
Basements evoke a sense of refuge. Hidden. Away from the public eye. Deeper than the proverbial six feet. Places of worship give a sense of refuge as well, of a different kind though. What I’m…
“Roza rakhne ki himmat dene wala toh Allah hai.” (It’s Allah who gives us the courage to fast.) The auto driver didn’t see much reason for my fascination with his observance of fast. Not that…
(Shhh. I went for a birthday party. We aren’t supposed to celebrate birthdays, isn’t it? I think there are more than a couple of fatwas out there which say so. There was cake too, which…
“I see that you’ve had something to eat now.” Quite an acute sense of observation, I thought to myself. As I photographed food all day at the fine dining restaurant which he was opening up…
The effects of the back to back trips to Old Delhi for consecutive meals was becoming evident. (I’m not sure how apt the usage of the term ‘consecutive’ would be in context of the fact…
Q: What’s the difference between a hipster and a guy fasting during Ramadan? A: The guy who’s fasting will eat the food after Instagramming it. Browse through Instagram or Facebook or any popular photo sharing…
There just isn’t enough sleep to be had during Ramadan. Given a choice, the best time to simply crash would be right after Iftar. But there’s the question of Taraweeh prayers, and by the time…
Day One, and I did nothing today. Nothing. So much for all my plans of going out to visit a mosque and break my fast in the company of others. Not that I didn’t want…
Ramadan has begun in parts of the world. Here in India, as I sit writing this, we’re still waiting for the confirmatory (and figurative) “blasting of cannons” (which is more like bursting of crackers) and…