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  • 1958.

When Fiza Ma'am told about Eid before Ramadan, there was only one thing he heard. Sevaiyaan. Sevahiyaan, she sung like a tune. It has almonds she said, lots of them. Garnished with a lot of pista which he learnt to peel lately. But it was something else that he waited for.

The golden threads. Fiza Ma'am told about the shiniest golden threads floating on the sweetest surface of the creamiest white. She told how the Sevaiyaan were best made at the end of the holy month and promised a bowl to each one of her students.

And so he waited, waited everyday to look at the moon and then at the people who feasted upon the khajur and the milk at the end of iftaar, wondering if they were as excited as him for the Sevaiyaan. Fiza Ma'am said nothing. She just told him to look at the moon and draw what it looks like everyday. While it was yellow on some days, it was dark on others and some days, it didn't show up from his terrace. His excitement grew.

A day after Eid, Fiza Ma'am got a Pateela full of Sevaiyaan for everyone. Neil got his own silver bowl. She smiled. He had understood everything. Neil ran the fastest to get the first serving. 'Why do you think everyone waits for the last day? Sevaiyaan has the piece of the Moon!' The moon came down for him a night before with the shiniest, the creamiest with golden gratings on the top.
  • 1958.

    When Fiza Ma'am told about Eid before Ramadan, there was only one thing he heard. Sevaiyaan. Sevahiyaan, she sung like a tune. It has almonds she said, lots of them. Garnished with a lot of pista which he learnt to peel lately. But it was something else that he waited for.

    The golden threads. Fiza Ma'am told about the shiniest golden threads floating on the sweetest surface of the creamiest white. She told how the Sevaiyaan were best made at the end of the holy month and promised a bowl to each one of her students.

    And so he waited, waited everyday to look at the moon and then at the people who feasted upon the khajur and the milk at the end of iftaar, wondering if they were as excited as him for the Sevaiyaan. Fiza Ma'am said nothing. She just told him to look at the moon and draw what it looks like everyday. While it was yellow on some days, it was dark on others and some days, it didn't show up from his terrace. His excitement grew.

    A day after Eid, Fiza Ma'am got a Pateela full of Sevaiyaan for everyone. Neil got his own silver bowl. She smiled. He had understood everything. Neil ran the fastest to get the first serving. 'Why do you think everyone waits for the last day? Sevaiyaan has the piece of the Moon!' The moon came down for him a night before with the shiniest, the creamiest with golden gratings on the top.
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