I woke up for Eid and Moeez and his family had ironed a nice shalwar kameez for me. I got ready and my little cousin Yusuf was all dressed up too. The three of us walked over to the mosque for Eid prayers. Little Yusuf held my hand on the way there, which was sweet. It was nice to be with family on Eid.After prayers, men greeted each other. I really did not know anyone, but Moeez introduced me to a few people and some of them knew of my grandfather, mother and aunts, so that became a reference point. The old maulvi at the mosque, it turned out was the son of the maulvi who used to teach my mother and her sisters Quran.We walked to a cemetery behind the mosque afterwards and said prayers for my maternal grandparents, and Moeez’s grandfather. There were many people standing around graves, saying prayers for departed loved ones.A short walk and we were back home, ready to eat, and wait for a steady stream of guests to arrive. Similar to old times, I imagine, people came and sat with the head of the household outside, or in the drawing room. Women came inside to greet the family. I didn’t really know anyone, so I was free to hang out, relax, sleep or do whatever.