Greetings for you

with every spoonful of pate you feel how the holiday takes hold of you, filling not only your stomach, but also your soul. And so you sit, almost unable to get up from the table, you feel this light but persistent pressure in your stomach and you begin to think: “What would happen if someone was there to just stroke your stomach, run their hand over it, as if relieving this discomfort, giving some feeling of relief, tenderness?”

It's amazing, but even in such moments, when you are all in thoughts about the holiday and happiness, in which you want to forget, just really, somehow like a family, you want someone to be there. Someone who would not ask questions, but just be there, who would laugh at this endless desire to eat everything in the world on Easter day and know how to cope with it. Someone who would look with a smile and say that "everything will be fine", and really, perhaps even rubbed kind words with his hands, relieving the pain, without claiming anything extra. Sometimes such moments are much more valuable than any philosophical reasoning, because there is no need to explain anything - just be.

You know, how strange it is to be a person in these moments of the holidays. When the house is full of food, the table is groaning with Easter cakes, eggs, baked meat, all sorts of salads and everything else, but for some reason the more of all this there is, the more you want not food, but silence, peace and warmth. And then that very feeling comes - you understand that sometimes presence is much more important than something material. And so you sit, eat, and before you even have time to notice, this balance disappears - there is discomfort in your stomach, and in your head there are thoughts about how somewhere in the world there is something else that cannot be felt through food. Well, yes, perhaps I am philosophizing a little, but it is precisely moments like Easter, when all this festive bustle reaches its apogee, that lead to real reflection. In general, I think that food and holidays are not just about calories, they are about emotions, traditions, sensations and connections between people.

I grew up in a family where Easter is, of course, first and foremost a religious holiday, and there is always a special feeling associated with it - a sense of unity, no matter how loud it sounds. But I probably focus more on human moments than on rituals. On what happens when you come to the table, and next to you are your loved ones, whom you love. Everyone is smiling, everyone is happy, conversations flow wildly from one topic to another, and on this wave you forget about your worries. About the fact that the day is ending, about the fact that real life will be ahead again.

But now, sitting in front of the monitor, thinking about the past holiday, I understand that even in the most joyful moments on Easter there is something elusively touching. After all, you are not only celebrating - you begin to realize how important it is to be part of something bigger than just your own worries. How important it is to feel that someone is near you, that with you is not only the Easter table and guests, but also the idea itself - Easter, loyalty to traditions, faith. And so, against the backdrop of this joyful chaos, there is a certain heaviness in the stomach - from the fact that you ate more than you should, and something does not allow you to relax, does not allow you to rest. How you want to have someone nearby who understands that there is nothing strange in the desire to simply be at this moment not alone, but with someone who will sincerely share your feelings, who will be there when you need it.

And how was your Easter? Tell us

Lana Banana