After a long and tiring day of fasting, home is where babri-beol is. The throat is parched by the end of the day. A slight giddiness in the head when you have spent the day arguing at workplace. ACs are largely non existent in Kashmir. At Iftar time, under the whirring of a fan, waiting for the Imam to shout “Iftar, Iftar, Iftar” before one can grab a glass of babri-beoul and down it. To refresh the soul and in general bring life and light back. And relax in the soft sound of the little seeds being chewed upon.
A man clears his throat on the mosque loudspeaker and calls out the Azaan.
May Allah accept our fasts. Aameen.