You are Cordially Invited

It's that time of the year, folks.

You use your shiny spoon (or to-be-yellow fingers) to wipe off the gravy, to be mixed later and enjoyed with the fragrant rice. The meat falls off the bone and the steam rises from within forcing you to smile in spite of the hot light blinding you. Not even halfway through your meal, the garçon arrives with a bowl of saffron rice and miniature sweets, and you frown – it's a signal for closing time. Oh wait, you aren't even done with the first glass of borhani. Real panic.

At the end of everything though, the aloo wins.

– Kazi Akib Bin Asad, Too Much On Plate, SHOUT.