For years it was Sab who always visited us on Eed in the early morning, dressed in her kurta and chu∂idaar paejaama.
She got her usual Eedi from us and, on most occasions, got an extra gift from me: Almonds that she adored, chocolates she loved, or a book she really wanted to read.
Tomorrow will the first of my Eeds without her. I will visit her grave, visit her Amma and her Nani.
Sadly, this is going to happen every Eed for as long as I live.
Sabeen, you know how much I loved you. And always will.
Your laughter continues ringing in my ears.
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