The Holy month of Ramadan

The holy month of Ramadan has commenced and it feels completely different from what it was when I lived in Oman. Then, all we school kids used to wait for the fasting period to start as that would reduce our school timings by half an hour and also meant that we would get to sit through a boring history class for just 30 minutes instead of a 45-50 minute. And trust me 15 minutes makes a huuuuuuuuuge difference. I remember that during my twelfth, after my accounts tuitions my dad would take me to this small place where we get amazing samosas and suntop ! Suntop was one of my favorite drinks out their. There used to be these silly stickers along with it and I used to collect them. No clue where they are now :( No one was allowed to eat or dance or entertain in any form from 5:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. for if we do then God save us. The Govt. is quite strict there. A whole lot of my Muslim friends would start their 'dieting' and would naturally end up putting on at the end of the fasting period due to unhealthy eating manners. Very few people followed a healthy diet. But majority ate less before the fast and would hog anything that comes their way at the time of the break. Everything is tolerable..But to survive without water! That too in a hot desert...quite a challenge! But in India it's a different feeling altogether. I've never got into that mood. I mean some people fast some don't but it’s no big deal. It's not a big thing here. Or I may have to visit a colony inhabited by Muslims to witness all the fun and preparations. Wishing everyone a Happy Ramadan and Onam :D