As the days of Eid progressed in our childhood, our joy continued to increase. The only thing to think about is new clothes, walking around wearing those clothes and eating fun food and eating as much as you like. We only got good clothes on two Eids. With one pair of good shoes. Even then, my mother used to try to increase the size of our clothes and shoes a little, so that she could go easily all year round. After a little understanding, we could not do it in our strong protest. There was a desperate attempt to hide what kind of clothes will be worn on Eid. I would bring clothes from the tailor's house and hide in a place where no one could see. Those who made clothes at home were in more danger. One should always be careful not to leave a single piece of cloth outside the house while sweeping the house after sewing. Extreme defeat. I have seen my older cousins, when their clothes were sewn at home, they would close all the doors and windows of the house. So that no one can see the shadow of the cloth! The funniest Eid dress was for the boys of the neighborhood. If there were three brothers in the family, would all three get the same design Punjabi for some unknown reason? Or a design shirt or vest. As I got older, I realized how ridiculous it was. We didn't have much glamor in our childhood. In modern parlance, we had to celebrate Eid in 'Gorgeous in Simple' clothes. But getting this was a lot more for us than getting too much. Sometimes if 2/1 more clothes were collected from relatives, it would be an additional debt. Now, on the occasion of Eid, we do a lot of shopping - furniture, jewelry, sari cloth, curtains, sheets, pots, crockery - no items are left out. But that was not the case then. But how was the decoration of Eid day at that time? For example, 4/5 days before Eid, Amma used to make a noise at home. Sheets, table cloths, sofa covers, curtains were all sent to the laundry for washing. Dad would occasionally try to say softly, “What's so significant about a goat's head?” Don't send me to the laundry for Eid again. ” Those few days we had to stay pretty uncovered. Amma was asked many times to stop washing like this, but Amma did not listen. He must wash everything, harden it and give it starch. The night before Eid, we would sit and put curtains on the house and fill the sofa cover. She is a different kind of joy, re-arranging old things. My friend's mother was one more upstairs. Unito used to wash half of the carpet of the house 4/5 days before Eid and match it on the verandah. This is how Eid home decoration was done at that time. I used to decorate the house by bringing some flowers and leaves from different houses in the neighborhood. On the occasion of Eid, Amma Kuruskatar used to sit on the table cloth and the lid of the dressing table. He used to pick new flowers on old sheets and do cut work. I think many middle class families in Dhaka have had such an Eid experience in the 70's and 80's. After arranging the house, cooking would start. On the day of Eid, I would wake up in the morning with the smell of cooking. The smell of semai, jorda, polao, korma used to make the house smell since morning. Before we woke up, my mother used to arrange food on the table. Many of Amma's hobby crockery was taken out of the showcase on the same day. Because you have to eat in a good plate-glass on the day of Eid, that is the rule. Then when Dad came back from prayers, everyone would sit together and have breakfast and then go out with friends after putting on new clothes. No house was left out. Semai in one house, then did not return to another house. Again, the hotpot in the hand of an aunt is good, the sour meat in the hand of another aunt. When I would return home after visiting everyone's house, there would be no room in my stomach. Eid is not to be eaten and Ammar Bako is not to be eaten for wandering. Is it less fun? Another big attraction of this Eid-ul-Fitr was the salami money. I used to get salami for around 100 rupees for 2/5/10 rupees. Who sees our joy and. I don't know how much I used to buy and eat with this money. Which I couldn't buy and eat on other days, so I ate with friends - from pickle-digestion to coke-ice cream, butterbur, patties and many more. As long as he had this money in his hand, he would feel like a king. We all ate dinner together. Then I would sit in front of BTV to watch Eid festivities and dramas. In our time BTV was the only channel and their programs were great. Anisul Haque was our mayor, but her rise was also with this joyous fair of BTV. How good was all the events! Let him write another day about the BTV of our dreams. In fact, there is a big difference between today's Eid of a middle class family like ours and the Eid of our childhood. Aishwarya was less then but, joy was more. We didn't get much, but we enjoyed what we got. Nowadays children get so many clothes, so many toys and food too.