Much later on, we would live in Lalmatia New Colony at Asad Gate, Dhaka, due to my mother’s workplace. We were super sleuths before Eid, trying to find out who was going to wear what on the special day. We would resort to all sorts of strategies and tactics. Every day my mother would return from work and sit at the sewing machine making our new clothes. She would measure the cloth and maybe hang it on the mosquito net frame and our neighbouring girls Bishakha, Bipasha or Monica would waste no time to peep through the window and get a glimpse of my dress! Then in the afternoon when we would go to play, they would laugh and tease me, “Seen your dress, purple with big flowers!” And tears of frustration would flow down my cheeks. Today’s generation who take selfies with their Eid dresses in the shopping centres and share it with the friends over the social media long before the day, will never know that pain.