Fasting and foreseeing beatification

It's the time of the year.  Ganti-puasa time :D

This is my fourth day of ganti-puasa and already i'm feeling like i'm actually fasting in the month of Ramadhan.  When clock-out time appcroaches,  i will make mental note to go get cold Air Tebu (and murtabak Hafiz) at the Ramadhan Bazaar.  But of course there is no bazaar.  Just my wishful thinking. 

A couple of hours ago, i bugged my old friend in Kuching with a phone text of -"I miss u and nasi kerabu USM", which is rather offensive if she hasnt know me yet. Well.

I also hope today is Tuesday coz it's the day Putrajaya's Precint 2 held their psr mlm.  I tell u, they sell one of the tastiest, creamiest, most original Kueh Akok in all Selangor. Just thinking of the "kedut" on the particular delicacy makes me gulp down a mouthful of saliva.  Yucky, i know. But fullfilling in the least. 

Think, i also miss my mom's cooking. But she's close by now.  If i have severe craving for her cooking i think she'll be just too happy to provide me.  Like anytime, anywhere. Ramadhan this year is going to be something. 

All i'm saying is that, i can't help but to miss Ramadhan and wishing that it's here already. Like honestly.  Not  just coz i miss all the foods and the bazaars, but also- the feel, the taste and the ambience of the month.  There's something beatific about the month, just like all the memories that i used to have of it. Hopefully, i'll live to welcome it again this year.  To cherish it better than i ever cherished it in the years that passed.  To make use of the mosque which is exactly opposite my current doorstep. To buy again, dates and cordial. To iftar with mothers, whom i have but two now.

 I also hope i'll live to celebrate it for the first time ever, as a wife.

Sometimes,
life just feel so complete with simple thoughts.  And simple hopes.