“Eid”. When I hear the sound, my heart still softens with love. Growing up in Bangladesh, the advertisement 'we want new shoes during Puja' was not prevalent in my life. Although I was Hindu, rather than celebrating Pujas, the festival I looked forward to the most was Eid.     Celebrating Eid meant eating pulao, korma, rezala, kebab, semai, zarda pulao... Yes, I'm a little gluttonous. I used to be eager to eat such delicious foods at my friends’ homes twice a year during Eid. In my Hindu house, my grandmother, although she was the greatest cook in the world, could not cook the meat properly. She used to make meat curry with cumin powder! To eat delicious meat, I had to go to my Muslim friends’ houses.   My grandfather, who always was respectful of other’s religions, used to keep a ‘zanamaj’- a prayer mat- in our house so his devout Muslim friends could pray when they came to our home. My grandmother used to make me and my sister new dresses every Eid, even though we