Siblings anyone??
As kids, we used to draw this imaginary line on our beds, to distinguish my place from hers. And god forbid if we stepped over the lakshman rekha in our sleep. Now when I look back it sounds and feels so silly..., but it brings me good memories, none that gives me a reason why we did it, back then.
We had fights over who got the better piece of the honey cake, or even better, the bigger piece always felt as if it was sliding towards her, and just ditched me:( It was never true, now I know) . After having 2 kids now, I know a mother will never do that to her kids...not because she wants to be fair, but because she wont be able to handle the fights that follow...
Everytime I went away on some camp or the other, I could sense the glow in her smile and knew she was happy or rather terribly glad to see my back fade into the rickshaw that would take me away to the station or wherever....
Early mornings before we both left to college, I remember those times, when the neatly ironed clothes in my wardrobe would suddenly make space on her petite body.
Sharing a room with her, was like living in a bombed out room....her table always had something or the other defeating all rational reasoning of balance and proportions....while I would get a disease if things went haywire on mine...
Now years later, and many grown up experiences and cities apart
I crave for that Lakshman Rekha, which i'd gladly cross, even if it meant to cross her...it never happens....the bed is always usurped by the 2 brats of mine who both want her on their side
Now a piece of cake never sits on her ever dieting palette...so I get to eat the big and small of it...and when she makes such huge efforts to bring me the same...I can't hold back my tears
Now when we see the backs of each other...even if it was after just meeting for half an hour after months and years, we, turn back again and again, just to get that one last glimpse of her oh so smiling face
And when she gifts me clothes and stuff, I can't but help think back to those times, when I would wish that she never would see clothes...
And years down, she tells me that I need to get my life back in action and organise my haphazard plans...
Sisters will always remain sisters....Feel like wringing their neck at times, but when you miss them , so bad, all you want is for life to turn back and give you those small moments to cherish and smile...And then one day pray that they get the best out of life and not you.
