MY SISTER

“Protection from a sister leads to a brother’s freedom and protection from a brother leads to a sister’s confinement.”

Sister !

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Can we define that term?

Let’s try.

A human being, your sibling, someone you know since or they are born.

And I can assure a simple one-word answer to all the above or any other answer to who a sister is and the answer to any other definition is NO.

How can you or how dare you to define the most wonderful creation of god in a word or a sentence?

There is no definition or explaination which can define who a sister is.

A sister is someone who knows all your secrets in and out, even secrets which no one ever is supposed to know but yet she keeps quiet. She stands alongside you, protects you in a way neither a brother can protect her sister.

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We ask our sister’s to tie us with a rakhi claiming we will protect them but trust me our sisters protect us much more than any brother in the entire world.

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We in terms of protection ask them to not go out, refrain from boys and so many other restrictions.

There is this basic difference between protection by sister to brother and the protection by brothers to sisters.

PROTECTION FROM  A SISTER LEADS TO BROTHER’S FREEDOM, WHEREAS PROTECTION FROM A BROTHER LEADS TO SISTER’S CONFINEMENT.

She is someone who loves you so much that you just can’t even imagine, and for me what I can proudly say is my sister loves me more than anyone, and by anyone I mean literally anyone.

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She waited for me 5 hours even when she knew that it was not going to fetch her anything, that day I felt like I am the luckiest person on the earth.

Because these are the moments which signifies the strength of a relationship when you do something for someone without expecting anything in return.

And then here is me, I let her down.

Though she may forgive me for this because she has a heart of gold, but the question I ask myself is “Do, I deserve it?”

She stood in front of people putting her confidence in me, claiming that I will be the first one and I failed to do my part.

I know she may not be mad at me and I might be over reacting a bit too.

 

But I know that I failed to do a part which she considered me to be the best at.

Sister’s are one of the most beautiful creations of god and I am really lucky to have a sister like you,  a relation between a brother and a sister is something which you can’t run away from, there’s no court in the world which can break this relationship, no one can say that she is not your sister anymore.

It’s one of those relations which are eternal like a relation which a person shares with his/her mother and father.

There are no breakups and no separations.

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There are just phases of being angry and annoyed.

And some beautiful phases of annoyance and love.

I LOVE YOU, MY SISTER

 

AND WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

 

AND I PROMISE THAT I WILL ALWAYS BE THE FIRST ONE FROM NOW ON.

MAY I!

Love is something quite uncommon these days, we observe it in the nature be it in the form of how the nature amalgamates its various parts together or how the birds on a tree live together , or in the form of a couple of squirrels running down a tree fighting for a chestnut, and even in old couples having a walk in the garden or sitting together watching a movie, we have developed this sense of recognizing and observing love but have lost the ability to experience it, even when it is right in front of us.

The Clouds seemed to in a rage they were pushing down the rain drops as if they were not a part of the cloud family. On a quite cloudy morning of the February month or the month of love, it was quite strange that the rain droplets were pouring down on the surface of the glass window leaving a long trail behind it.

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What seemed to be a soothing weather for him, was a messy one for her. It was disagreement at the most basic behavioral level, but as per physics two negatives makes a positive, something was bound to happen and it might have had if just some words would have had been spoken.

 

Waiting for his turn outside the room he witnessed her, she was nervous not calm as he was and the fear of the unknown was clearly bringing those lines of worries on her forehead.

There was though nothing but certainly something, something magnetic about her which was constantly attracting his attention, you may call it her charm, her hair, her eyes or just her presence. It was something which cannot be defined or explained but it was there and it was enough to call away from his attention, and it was this something which was keeping him calm.

The wait outside the room was over in a while, and the fear of the unknown now was replaced by a sense of  satisfaction, but it was still some feeling in some remote corner of his heart which was making him a bit uncomfortable, he felt this nervousness which was previously nowhere to be found in him.

He saw her again she was now calm and he was now nervous it seemed like the coin has flipped to the other side.  with the war between the clouds and the rain droplets being finally over it seemed to be a love affair between the vibrant rays of the sun and the smooth breeze of the air.

He saw her sitting beneath a tree in that wide open playground which was emitting from it the newly found aroma of the rain and the soil.

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He felt as if, he is the breeze and she being the rays of the sun, avoiding those muddy potholes as if they are the landmines in his battlefield with him fighting for the love he wanted to experience, he won past those landmines and came even more close to his destiny.

The entire nature playing its part to perfection, it was now his turn to play his part, to be the king of his story and to introduce the queen into the story he has been playing or writing for such a long time.

Just as he was about to utter the words, a loud noise of the car horn seemed to be the very evil present in every story seemed to make its entrance into his, and now  the entire ambience was disturbed, he closed his eyes in order to redesign the sweet path he had made so far, but now it had become a cobweb of emotions.

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When he opened his eyes, she was already entering the car and seemingly zooming away from his picture perfect story, he raised his hand but she didn’t see and now the protagonist of the story had become its antagonist, as he failed to do his part, and all he had to do was to say ” MAY I”.

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