Today is Eid and I didn't know, didn't want to know. I had a vague sense it was coming up and I knew others would call me, being nice, wishing me. They did and I said, thanks, and laughed. But Eid means nothing to me. Or perhaps it does, but nothing positive. Last week it was Diwali. And I missed the soft glow of diyas, the shiny new brass pots and jewelry and the food. And I remember the excitement and the build up to Diwali. And I remember that I've always hated Eid. I hate siwai, always have done so. I don't get it. And Bakr-Eid is even worse.