I do NOT belong to a family of fasters. They were more a family of feasters .:hide: As far as I can remember both my grandmothers never fasted, nor does my mother fast. During my college days, my maternal aunt was a great influence on me and she used to observe the Santoshi ma vratt every Friday, which I too copied. That was very easy actually. One could eat anything except sour food which was not very difficult. Then I got married to a guy who is sceptical about so many things that I discontinued.While my friends teased that I had fasted only to get a husband, the truth is I am like the company I keep. After all these years, for no apparent reason, I wanted to start again and thought it would be a good idea to start with once a month, so chose the day my father passed away.Now I know that my father would never have approved of it at all, as all his calls always ended with "take care kondhai ", not once but thrice, and I used to laugh saying "appa ,I should be saying this to you." So I thought I would go on a fruit and liquid diet since the main idea was to cleanse the system. I had a glass of milk, an apple and a banana until lunch time. I started feeling a bit queasy, so had a bowl of papaya and a glass of lassi for lunch. My head started aching so I watched a movie and had a nap. Around 5 pm I started feeling so weak that I just couldn’t take it anymore and had a cup of tea with two slices of bread and butter. I felt much better and rounded off my day with a glass of dry-fruit milk shake (which btw is exactly what chitvish claims it is...instantly refreshing). And lots of water in between. I thought it was not bad, as I did feel very light but there were surely pangs of hunger. How the h*** do people fast for days, I couldn't help wondering. Frankly friends, for the first time I really felt from my whole heart (and stomach) for the hungry and the poor, and saluted those who fast for a cause, for the betterment of others. But one good deed did come out of the hunger I experienced and made me a better person,or so I like to think. I have a maid who comes for exactly one hour everyday and she gets paid by the hour. Half the days she would come without breakfast early morning and though I used to offer her some, she would easily take fifteen minutes over it and when I realised that she wasn't working those extra fifteen minutes, I discontinued the practise. Now I felt I was really being petty. To know that a person is hungry and do nothing about it is undoubtedly a sin. I decided to give her a glass of milk (they love soya milk here) and pack her whatever breakfast we had, which she could have on her way out.That way, my conscience is clear and I am sure this would make my dearest father very happy indeed, for he was someone who would at the slightest pretext, offer a meal to the security guards or gardeners in his complex. I am happy that soul cleansing…. a little at least, has been done. Thank God that I had got my priorities right. Now I would really like some tips to cleanse the body, from any of you who fast.