It is that time of the year again!
It’s four in the morning. Hubby nudges me to wake up and go downstairs to eat my ‘sargi’, (which basically means stuffing yourself early in the morning to remain functional for the rest of the day). Leaving a cosy bed at this ungodly hour is non negotiable, so I give it a skip.
I wake up a good three hours later, and reach out for water by my bedside. No water, no green tea. These are signs of a terrible, terrible morning.
Hubby is standing at the edge of the bed, and grinning. “Happy Karwachauth darling! Wishing you a thousand tummy growls and a parched throat throughout the day!”
Losing a few grams of fat, releasing toxins and gaining bonus years for Hubby sounds like a good deal, so I hold my retort, and flash back my pearly whites.

I certainly don’t believe that my fasting will help Hubby in any way, but the whole act of being selfless and the beautiful thought behind Karwa Chauth, makes me want to be a part of this wonderful festival year after year.
Looking like a bright Diwali gift wrapper in red, orange and gold, I head to office, only to be defeated by my overly dolled up Christmas trees, errrr, I mean, colleagues!
We exchange notes about our sargi menu, but I win brownie points when I tell them that I have been fasting since dinner last night. This is the Indian wife’s ultimate sacrifice, and I had surely set the bar high. Even if, by sheer lethargy!

It’s 5pm.
Hubby is suspiciously eyeing my cup of tea. That’s when mother in law comes to my rescue and tells him that a liquid break in the evening is perfectly permissible!
The evening passes by effortlessly, with friends dropping over, chit chatting, dressing up all over again, and clicking mandatory pictures of happy faces and henna-ed hands.

It’s almost 8:22pm. This is when Moon Ji is predicted to surface and will thus, allow us to break our day long fasts. Hubby and I are frantically looking for the divine celestial body on our terrace, but in vain! Then we decide to drive towards the lake for a fitter view.
As soon as we get off our car, we spot the beautifully flamed moon. It almost looked like it had coloured itself red, to match the passionate spirit of the married women waiting for it all day. There were at least a 100 couples of all age groups, looking at the moon and praying fervently for the good health and longevity of their husbands’ life.
This is what faith does. It asks no questions. It only gives answers. It makes the most sceptical of us defy logic and love with all our hearts.

Hubby gives me water.
I am smiling ear to ear. The hunger pangs, dried up throats, the will power to maintain the self imposed fast are all worth it when your partner, at the end of the day, knows that he ought to break it with a huge slice of rich chocolate cake!