A Sisterly Love

Me and My Sister (R)
Me and My Sister (R)

I died. I went to heaven. And then I ended up alive and kicking in this space called stale normal life where only this little blogging corner breathes in a gust of fresh air.

The reason for my absence from this sphere was because my elder sister was back in India after four long years! It had been more than four years since we had seen each other and it took less than four seconds to magically combust the void in our hearts that had been growing in her absence. Thanks to the considerate visa rules laid down by Uncle Sam, she had exactly twelve days to make up for the last four years and then make enough memories to get through the next two.

But the last eight days passed by in a flash of blinding colorful lights. The moment we set our eyes on each other is crystal clear. The squeals, the hugs, the laughter and the awed disbelief lingers like a champagne rush. An elder sister is a mother, a friend, a shopping companion, a gossip queen, a therapist, a stylist and a Santa Claus all rolled into a delightful albeit slightly annoying package. Younger by six years, I am her one and only pet. I think I have spoilt all other pets for her which explains her general disinterest in animals unless they are her food. She is actually just one step away from calling me “Tommy” – her expertise in patting and ruffling and pulling is already beyond comparison.

It did not matter that we are now “old” and our antics maybe inexcusable in polite circles. We settled into the madness seamlessly without wasting even a second. Our room tantrums, our pillow talks, our mirror plays and our bathroom dialogues stayed the same. We even fought over the same things and it was still me who sternly made her feel guilty about her luggage. For her part, she covered up for me as usual with family and friends followed by a gentle lesson on diplomacy and patience.

My sister and I are poles apart! And except for our eyes, we don’t even look like sisters which further underlines her theory that I was adopted and the parents picked me up from the abandoned basket at a laundromat. Our choices, our opinions, our habits run parallel but never intersect. But it does not matter – we are together and tightly bound at heart for life! The last four years have been crazy tough, especially for her – being away from friends and family and basically everything that was important to her. Now it seems, things will be a lot easier.

A dancing ray of sunshine she is – I cannot wait to visit her and cause a mayhem together 🙂

Oh! Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you! ❤ (even if you do not believe in it like me)

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32 thoughts on “A Sisterly Love

  1. Definitely a gust of fresh air for you Prajakta. This is so wonderful to see your sister after 4 long years apart. I can just imagine your conversations lasting deep into the night as you catch up on each other’s lives.
    So happy for you that you were able to reconnect. 🙂

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  2. Hahah.. Such a love and hate post!! 😛 I think I and your sister can hit along quite well because I also tease my sister (younger by 5 yrs) that she was adopted and despite my several attempts to mum to make her realise her folly, she eventually picked her up!!! 😛

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  3. And I was extremely lucky to witness some of those memorable scenes….and also took some liberty to join them without encroaching on their space…….proud father to have two lovely daughters….MAY GOD BLESS THEM FOR EVER

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