Drudging through sehri. Filling up without pausing to savor every bite. Missing the sehri some days. Praying everyday at the appointed times. Working alongside. Traveling to and from work. Watching people pass by. Patient smiles. Helping hands. Watching places pass by. Gola ganda gali. Fruit vendors. Smells of pakoras, samosas and jalebis drifting through the air. The sound of Holy verses and naats in the air. Blaring through mosque loudspeakers. Or coming beautifully from the lips of blind beggars. Nighttime tarawees. Listening to the Quran and its meaning. Nodding off to sleep at times. Standing as equals in rows during prayer. All differences aside. The soft rainfall as we fall in sujood. The cool night breeze blessing the hottest summer days. The last minute Eid shopping. Crowded roadside stalls. Blue, yellow and green strings of lights. A city so adorned.
The month of Ramazan has its own feel.
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