It is that time of the year again. When the devout fast and feast, pray and celebrate. I see so many Ramzan Mubarak posts on my news feed and so many heartfelt messages for this month full of blessings. It makes me nostalgic for my childhood. For all the Ramzans spent at home with my parents and siblings. It’s pure torture waking up at that hour (not just waking up but EATING) but something so charming about a home that is fully lit at 4am. Read More →