A
sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the
meaning of life. ~ Unknown
If you have a sibling, you are a lucky dude
but if you have a sister then you are luckier, however if you have a little sister-
life is a giant feast. A feast with a lot of desserts where unfortunately, we
have got to face a little bitter dish here and there; as no cook in this world
is perfect. When you eat your perfect dish sometimes u come across tangy stuff,
pungent ingredients; you might put aside what you don’t like but you will never
abandon your dish because it had an awesome start. That is exactly how it is
when you have a little sister in your life. She is sweet, she is spicy she is
bitter…but she is yours till the very end.
When I was 2 years of age, I received a
gift in a form of a small rotund doll with a lot of hair on her head like a little
brown crown....but hey, “she moves!!!” I thought. “She blinks her eyes just
like me and she is so fair…her cheeks are as flushed as raspberries…is she
mine?? Please tell me I can keep her forever.” said the 2 year old me to mom
and dad. They smiled and told me she is mine and that I have to be a protective
elder sister and take care of her always. How lovely of them, I thought then….
how smart of them, I think now.
True to my words, I have always been around
her, took care of her, played with her and groomed her. She was actively
involved in making my life pleasant, participated in all my crimes, and played
a lawyer in my defence; but sometimes she was also a reason why I wished I was
a single child; as she was very smart in using my tactics against me- the leader
who taught her the act.
When we were young, she was as petite as
snow and as delicate as a bubble. She wanted her elder sister around when the
big boys bullied her, when dad and mom cornered her and when her friends
irritated her. Me in akimbo was enough to scare any goon or anything evil from
her, that is what she believes unequivocally even now.
As we grew older, life taught me that I need
her more than she ever needed me in life. We are from the same set of parents,
with the same blood running in our veins with the same upbringing and cultural
values instilled. But like they say- no two snowflakes are alike. I learnt that
both of us are completely different in absolute different ways and that she
always stood by me to support me in all my misery. When I was in 5th
Grade, I was once weeping on the school stairs over an incident, where my friends
teased me for my hairstyle. I got upset and ran to the staircase near the
school library- Library because, that’s one place nobody visits. Anyway, my
sister found out and she came running to me to share a piece of chocolate her
friend gave her and saw me crying. She stormed into my classroom and yelled at
my friend saying, “well atleast my sister does not have the most stupid
pigtails you are sporting. You look like a monkey with those pigtails” and
dashed out of the class. She came to me and she said, “If someone has to insult
you, it can only be me. I wont allow anybody else to say anything to you”, and
she went back to her class leaving me marveling at my 8 year old sister.
You can’t get her eat any chocolate or a
piece of cake without her sharing it with me. That’s a
must for her. Every chocolate, every piece of cake and every pizza or samosa
has a share for me always; even now. On all her birthday parties, she would
tell the closest relatives to also get a gift for me. In order to appease her,
granddad still wishes us both on both our birthdays. Now even as grownups
nothing has changed . All I know is, her love and consideration has only grown
for me. She is my little sister but is far mature and intelligent than I am. I
am the one who gets cranky and jealous when she is given more importance and
then she takes charge and handles my immaturity with epic sweetness. She
ensures I am given enough importance as she hates it when I make a big noise
about it.
When you look at her, you will notice that
she is pretty, she is classy and she is soft; and when you look at me you will
see that I am an overgrown baby who is loud and abrupt. She hates is when I
don’t maintain a decorum when I am at public places. She will give me a disapproving
look when I would fight with cabbies for fares or when I would yell at a shop
keeper in high decibels. Like I mentioned before, personality wise, we are as
different as sky and water but as sisters we are as compatible as milk and
sugar.
She is my everything in life and has proved
to be my coloured butterfly during depression, my angel for discretion and my
doll throughout life. No problem remains a problem with her in the vicinity and
no damage remains damage, with her chocolaty effect on them. Sharing problems
with her gives me a great sense of relief and a feeling as if it’s already resolved.
Her smile works as a remedy during misery and medicine during pain. Now she is
in the US, pursuing her dream and yea the distance sure matter; but my sister
knows exactly how to cover up for everything- Her long messages on how to come
out of any issue, her funny recorded skype videos where she pretends to be the
2 year old brat she was once and her virtual kisses and hugs that is comforting
more than any reality in this world.
“You will always be my overgrown, childish
big sister Nim”.
“ Pumpkin, you have no idea what you mean
to me- my ever fluttering butterfly.”
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