While I was at work last Saturday, my sister called me up and asked if I’d be free to accompany her over to her colleague, Faridah’s place for a Hari Raya lunch. I was feeling so lazy and shagged after the 4hr cycling and she had to do abit of convincing before I agreed. So, met up with Dharshi and Mum and we made our way to Faridah’s home. Cam-whored a little on the way.
Boy, I never regretted going there. I had the best home-cooked food in ages. Laksa, Chicken & Mutton Satay, Mutton Rendang, Vegetable Soup, Gado Gado, Chicken Sambal, Fried Chicken and Lontong. Phew! That’s one LONG list. The food was just so yum lah. And did I mention the kueh-kueh? This is the best part of multi-racial festivals here in Singapore. Having the opportunity to taste those goodies. Met Ragu in the evening, took a stroll in the evening. And now I’m back to work. Counting down to the weekends again.
I’ve quite lost the mood for Deepavali; ever since my Dad left us. Feels that the whole purpose for celebrations has been lost. He was the one who did most of the spring cleanings and the rest of us would accompany him by watching tv and talking to him while he wipes every nook and cranny of the windows. If we had time, we’d go over to Tekka on the eve to grab those last minute deals and offers, and we’ll catch a cab back home to continue with our ‘spring cleaning’. My sis and myself will doze off in the couch shortly after and my dad will wake us up at about 5am to apply some oil on our heads before ordering us to go and bathe. (My hamster & dog were not spared of this ‘oil’ treatment too.) In the morning, Dad will do the prayers and make thosai for sis and myself. Then we’ll nap abit before carrying on with the visiting of our relatives.
He’s been everything, and now his loss has caused us all no interest in celebrating this festival. But nevertheless, we’ve done our shopping and all for the sake of it. A first Deepavali without my Dad. Meaningless.
Oh well, 11 more days till my last day at work. Can’t wait.
