The month of Ramzan, as an annual prospect, signifies as a month of practicing restraint, modesty and patience. For those of us living with ailing grandparents, it’s also a poignant interlude of strife and service.
Growing up, Ramzan in my household was marked with a flurry of excitement. There were new mealtimes to prepare for and an updated menu to accommodate food preferences. The older members preferred the stable pakodi-chana fare and my sister and I wanted “something fancy” every other day.