My Sister lived like a Princess in our Home (now she is married). She has always got what she wanted to have and be. Nothing has ever come in her way and even if it has, she has removed it with her skills and her talent. Actually she is Stubborn ;-) is what I meant to say :-P, hehehe. She Likes to cook, but after working and cooking for like 15 people, she wont have the food she cooked (Cannot get the logic I don’t cook :-D). She Loves to SHOP! (Yes have to put an exclamation it’s that important for her). Like daddy has rightly put she has ‘momentary temper’ which she needs to control, rest… talk about her intelligence, her way to tackle problems, people, situations is just right after all she is a Human Resource Manager. She is a Total Workaholic and a Carrier Oriented girl. Doesn’t like to be around unwanted Relatives/Friends/People, Man it Bugs her or what?!? She gets so horrified by horror movies, that she needs to sleep with mom and dad for like two months.Daddy (when she is in a playful mood), Dadda (when she wants dad to agree to something or give permission), Pappa (when it’s her mistake). Their Relationship is Fantastic! I Adore them when they talk and discuss about different issues in each others life. Daddy has this, ‘had been there done that attitude’, all over the discussion/argument, Sister thinks it is a ‘generation gap’. He is an ideal Dad, working so hard just to see his daughters happy and getting married lavishly. Daddy has given her all the love, care, attention, protection, security that a dad can give and will maintain!!!
Mummy/Ma is what she calls mom. She doesn’t have to think when it comes to mom; think about anger, mistake, permission… Mom Has to Agree To It! Now here is the catch, Mom just has to nod her head in front of her and then tell daddy what she thinks is the best… hmm yeah right then the decision is made!!! (Cunning cunning mom, she does that to me tooL). Mom is what she is dependent on totally from her morning coffee to her dinner and the glass of water that she has while going to bed (mom has spoilt her habits actually). Mom supported her in every good thing she has done even if that needs to oppose my father. Mom a Women of Substance and this quality has rightly been inherited by my Sister.
My Relationship with Her… well she was four when I opened my eyes into this world. I have grown up by wearing her clothes, using and destroying :-D her toys… well till a certain age… now it’s the opposite. Yes I’m Taller and well Stronger… ok… ok Fatter than she is. We have played together, played all the weird things… man were we adventurous… well beyond that. We have enjoyed watching cricket, we have Danced, Sung, laughed, fought, cried and most of all loved each other a lot. We used to fight like Cats and Dogs (Im the Dog here, she likes cats) both of us have been trained under Shoutoukan style of Karate, even mom used to think twice when coming between us (now we don’t fight like that, just a cold war). I have never felt or rather she never made me feel that I was younger to her. She has always taken care of me and has always protected me by making me understand what is right and wrong. Hmmm that’s what I loved the most she used to make me understand and not force me to do something.
Her Marriage, one side we were happy that she was going to step into Sansara with a man she knew from 10 years. Other side we were going to feel this emptiness in our Home, our Space and our Family. People say this to me, that she is just 15 mins away from my place. But what about her being away from the everyday laughs, fights, discussions, talks… The Routine… she won’t be there now. At the time of Bidaai we were taking her to my dad, my emotional gate was still closed. When I saw the pain and tears in my dads’ eyes I was not able to control myself, just that one look on my daddies face had shuddered me. I will never ever forget that moment in my life when my sister embraced daddy saying she doesn’t want to leave him (I don’t know what was, what emotions must have roused at that moment… man I don’t even want to know). After that we had hold her so close that we wouldn’t have let her go, and then grooms mother stepped in taking her away from us.
