20years of Summers' Ramazan. Brace yourself!

I don't want to sound nefarious by saying that i had a hard time fasting but today I seriously realized the worth of 'water'. At 2.30am, when my Mom woke me up to help her in Sehri, I was continuously dehydrating. The perspiration was enormous, but I was contented with the fact that in Sehri, i will drink lots of water and hence i won't feel thirst for the rest of the day.

But. That was not it.

Most of us, in summers, plan to spend day sleeping to pass our fast. (Besides, praying obviously) I had the same in mind too until my Granny called me down in the morning to make her something since she wasn't feeling well. As 19, and without the presence of a woman in the house, i had to take charge. Now what to cook her?

Daaal without Makhan wala tadka? No. She won't like it.
Halwa? No stupid, talk about food.
Chawal (Rice)? Maybe.
CHAWAL AND ALOO GOSHT? Yeah, right. Like you can even cook it.

So, i called Mama to tell me how to cook it. In all her bewilderment, she gave me the instructions and so i cooked. And i cooked right. But the happiness of accomplishment couldn't measure to the amount of water i lost perspiring, yet again.

Yes, Aloo Gosht (well, somehow i replaced it with Chicken) was tasty. According to my Granny. Or i think she said so.

                       This is how it looked like, well yeah almost.

I slept all afternoon and dreaming about an empty glass. Cause all i wanted was a drop of water seeping through my throat which almost make me feel as if i was in some sort of desert. And Lahore is a desert. Perhaps a humid one.

Keeping the rest of the day aside, when i finally broke my fast at 6.59. I drank 13 glasses of water in one go. Believe you me, 13. And the feeling when water electrifier-ed me, as if somebody has poured in light to a gloom day, as if i had started living, as if the life could not have been beautiful without this tasteless, colorless, odorless liquid that was energizing every nook and cranny of my body. The feeling was enormous and inexplicable.

There, at the very show of my thirst, my Dad enlightened me.

Pa: You don't have to eat?
Me: Nah. Did you have hard time fasting, Papa?
Pa: Not now. Maybe after 20years, i would.
Me: Why 20 years, precisely?
Pa: I will be 73 then, and obviously the summers' fasting would be hard for my depleted body, won't it be? *starts to eat*
Me: OH-MY-GOD.

P.s: So, i calculated in my mind and estimated that February Ramazan would be experienced precisely after 20years. To my all muslmaan loves, we'll be 20years older, once we'll experience winter Ramazan next time.*shudders and drinks some more water*
P.P.S: Should we spell it Ramazan or Ramadan? I have no idea.
P.P.P.S: Whosoever wants to learn cooking Aloo Gosht , don't ask me. Google it :p

Ramazan Mubarak to all of my Muslims and Non-Muslims followers. I'll be praying for you guys! :)