When you are a kid, siblings to you are like a paradoxical equation in your life. When you have a sibling, you wish that it weren't there to share the love of your parents with, and when you don't, you end up craving for a companion to share/gossip/fight with. But as you grow, you realise that you're lucky to have a sibling and you thank god for blessing you with one(lest you are a money minded psychopath who would be sad to have to share his parents' will ;-). Hell!! Too bad a thought, I hope none of us thinks this way.)
I have a sister, her name's Tanvi. People fondly call her Gudia, while I fondly call her Kamini(a slang). She's six years elder to me, and never in my life so far, have I showed her the appropriate respect. The word didi has been out of bounds right from the beginning. She's the sweetest sis one can have, who tries to masquerade herself as a devil everytime, but fails every single time. I think I must have been the likes of Mother Teresa in my previous birth to have had her as my sister in this one, while she'd have been a Hitler to have got me.
Right from the time we were kids, we hardly quarreled, not because we were peace loving, but because we believed in using brute force to settle scores. When I was in the primary school, she used to win every single time. But as soon as I hit the sixth grade, somebody probably gave me a superpower and it was me and only me from then on. She had this unparalleled talent of using words as her weapon, which were really pinching. And when I had no answer to her splendidly placed sarcasm, I went all bashes at her. Though she used to get hurt, and even cry at instances, but as soon as mommy used to come for inspection on what had happened, she'd quickly wipe her tears away and act as a shield between me and my mommy's hurling slipper(Mommy used to beat me with objects. She said hitting me with hands was more of a pain to her than to me). I used to think she'd make an awesome politician, or a vamp in an Ekta Kapoor sitcom. But what I failed to realise was that all this while, it was an angel whom I was living and hurting badly.
It was when she left for her job to Puna that I started feeling the loneliest ever. I even used to weep for a few days under the shower(boys ain't supposed to cry publically, right?) She is a true gem, the only one of a kind, stone-studded, multi-billion dollared solitaire that I'm a proud owner of. Imagine a sister weeping in her office, in front of her colleagues, reading 'crush'ed(my maiden blog post) saying, "Mera bhai ab bada ho gaya hai." She says she's proud of me(god knows for what reason). Little does she know that I'm more proud of myself for having such a sweet sister.
She recently got married. And if I say my sister's one in a million, my brother-in-law's (his name's Ravi) one in a gazillion. Our family was always short of a dude-gentleman hybrid. And now that he's here, we're complete. His wit, his charm can overpower anybody. And trust me had I been a girl and had Tanvi not been my sister, I'd have cat-fought with her over who gets him. And he's an awesome orator too. Together, they make the ultimate pair and I hope this pair lasts till eternity. I love my sister and I seriously cannot imagine myself without her. She's that Pied-piper who can make me cross any hurdle, with her charming words and I'm happy that I have the copyright of such a fantastic angel as my sister. Love you loads Kamini. :-* :-)
I have a sister, her name's Tanvi. People fondly call her Gudia, while I fondly call her Kamini(a slang). She's six years elder to me, and never in my life so far, have I showed her the appropriate respect. The word didi has been out of bounds right from the beginning. She's the sweetest sis one can have, who tries to masquerade herself as a devil everytime, but fails every single time. I think I must have been the likes of Mother Teresa in my previous birth to have had her as my sister in this one, while she'd have been a Hitler to have got me.
Right from the time we were kids, we hardly quarreled, not because we were peace loving, but because we believed in using brute force to settle scores. When I was in the primary school, she used to win every single time. But as soon as I hit the sixth grade, somebody probably gave me a superpower and it was me and only me from then on. She had this unparalleled talent of using words as her weapon, which were really pinching. And when I had no answer to her splendidly placed sarcasm, I went all bashes at her. Though she used to get hurt, and even cry at instances, but as soon as mommy used to come for inspection on what had happened, she'd quickly wipe her tears away and act as a shield between me and my mommy's hurling slipper(Mommy used to beat me with objects. She said hitting me with hands was more of a pain to her than to me). I used to think she'd make an awesome politician, or a vamp in an Ekta Kapoor sitcom. But what I failed to realise was that all this while, it was an angel whom I was living and hurting badly.
It was when she left for her job to Puna that I started feeling the loneliest ever. I even used to weep for a few days under the shower(boys ain't supposed to cry publically, right?) She is a true gem, the only one of a kind, stone-studded, multi-billion dollared solitaire that I'm a proud owner of. Imagine a sister weeping in her office, in front of her colleagues, reading 'crush'ed(my maiden blog post) saying, "Mera bhai ab bada ho gaya hai." She says she's proud of me(god knows for what reason). Little does she know that I'm more proud of myself for having such a sweet sister.
She recently got married. And if I say my sister's one in a million, my brother-in-law's (his name's Ravi) one in a gazillion. Our family was always short of a dude-gentleman hybrid. And now that he's here, we're complete. His wit, his charm can overpower anybody. And trust me had I been a girl and had Tanvi not been my sister, I'd have cat-fought with her over who gets him. And he's an awesome orator too. Together, they make the ultimate pair and I hope this pair lasts till eternity. I love my sister and I seriously cannot imagine myself without her. She's that Pied-piper who can make me cross any hurdle, with her charming words and I'm happy that I have the copyright of such a fantastic angel as my sister. Love you loads Kamini. :-* :-)
