Last year in June, my sister was married off to another state. We two were the only children of my parents. We didn't have a big age difference between us. She was just a year and a half older than me. So the bonding between us was very strong and pure.
We grew up into adults and yet we never lost the love between us. It was us against the world. But after the marriage she went away and left me behind alone. The person with whom I could share all my secrets, the person with whom I would fight over little matters everyday; that person was gone. I was broken and missed my sister a lot.
It was three days back when she came to visit us. Right now, as I type this, she is massaging my head (or to be more precise she is pulling my hairs). When she initially landed at our home, it was all awkward. I was afraid that she wouldn't be the same sister.
After getting fresh, she started distributing the gifts that she brought with her for my family. After she was done with my parents, she gave me my present box. I noticed that it was the biggest box of all the presents. I was happy.
'Open it,' She told me. 'And tell me if you like my gift'
I removed the gift paper and a brown box was revealed inside. But when I opened that brown box, another gift wrapped box appeared inside. I opened that box too and there was one more box inside it. I had opened a total of six such boxes until I reached my gift. The last and the tiniest box looked like it could contain nothing other than a small ring. 'Okay! A ring is fine.' I thought.
But it wasn't a ring. Inside that tiny box was the insect that I fear the most. A spider.
I jumped and shrieked and dropped down the box. But when I looked down I realized that the spider was made of plastic. I looked up to a smiling face of my sister. She started laughing. I made a face but after a few seconds I too joined her in her laugh. She stood up and started running. I chased her, just like we used to do before she was married off. It was just like the nice old days.
I realized it then that nothing has changed. She was still that funny, crazy and naughty sister. These moments are one of the most memorable moments of my life because it gave me optimism that my sister would always be the same. That a few relations never changes. That siblings remain crazy for life.
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(Housing)
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