Reflections on Ramadan | Guest post at Muftah

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 sirens going off in some neighborhoods to announce the onset of the month.

I’ve written a guest post for the good folks at Muftah reflecting on my experiences during Ramadan, where I go a long way back in time to one of my first memories of this month:

It was summer vacation, and I was home in the afternoon playing with my younger brother in the backyard. As I came back into the house, I saw my parents lying covered with towels under the squeaking fan. Both of them seemed to be asleep. I touched my mother, and realized that the towel was damp. At my young age, the situation presented itself with an absurdity that naturally attaches itself to everything grown-ups do.

Click through the excerpt to read the complete piece. I hope this brings back some of your first memories of Ramadan too.