Raya is really becoming a routine affair for me the last few years.
From the sequence of events, to the food being prepared and
consumed, the time the food is prepared and consumed, the order
of homes visited, etc. have been exactly the same. Then, there’s
that classic question of “When are you gonna get married?” that’s
been asked year after year after year. So much so that it has
made it into the series of routine question and conversation when
I go from one relative’s house to the other. I really feel like
making a quip comeback
(or confuse them with some Web 2.0 gobbledeegook response)
whenever anybody asks that question but then I’ll risk having to
routinely answer to my relatives in the future for causing all
the cardiac arrests in my grand relatives during that fateful
string of raya visits.
So yes, it’s been a another routine raya affair for me this
year. Somebody please help me break this sequence. I’m really
looking forward to the day when I can talk about the latest in
Martian exploration or stem cell research or even Erra Fazira’s
latest husband-to-be with my relatives during Raya for a change.