Just last Ramadhan, Sifar broke his fast with Mr.Steel and before that he was in the College accompanied by college folks AKA jokers AKA clowns AKA friends. This year's holy month, neither Steel is around nor are the college abnormal souls to crackle a bit , "except the Muezzin (who gives adhan: call for prayer) is same, may he live long" says Sifar. He claims to have fasted all those holy months (only God knows) that were spent with Steel.He misses the home made sweet 'Firni' (dessert) and thick hot bread taken out from the oven and then laid with butter. "Oh the holy month is always special at home when food is concerned. Mr.Steel also used to prepare Firni during this month, much better then the dessert by any Executive Chef back at home", recalls Sifar.
After Last years Ramadhan, the Delhi Blues were popping up for Sifar. And when patience used to evaporate, the valley called back again and again as if some one was shouting from the top of Mahadev mountain, "retreat, retreat", which kept on echoing, till it used wake him up from sleep. Sometimes he used to look in to the mirror and the reflection used to tell him nothing except looking into his eyes and blinking as if questioning, will there be an end? will there a new beginning? . "We always keep looking for distant dreams to escape the reality which is nearby to us. Sometimes become lazy, feel guilty and sleep to wait for eternity". The waiting era was a disappointment for Steel, and then he finally broke the silence.
The biological alarm bell started to ring inside Sifar, and it helped in some way as if someone made Steel to turn the key of the mechanical toy Rat and put it back in action. Since then time has passed like Usain Bolt's 100 metres race at 9.69 seconds," feels like the day before yesterday" says Sifar. He hopes, the structure will come back in life since the month of freedom has arrived!Happy Ramadhan.
