Early morning, not having to fight over the favourite breakfast; and sometimes just tastelessly chomping over your favourite dish..is a difficult task
Not having to play some pranks on you, and just getting lost in the thoughts of our “prankster memories” ..mind you ; is not simple
On being victorious not having that “boost-up pat” on my back is something that I miss desperately.
Watching news of the sacrifices made by our brave soldiers infuses a sense of pride; but numbs the heart too,
Quickly flicking over the channels to avoid mum’s gaze is an arduous job, even though you never tell her, she knows all..
Sometimes discussing about siblings with friends, my story definitely stands out..
They tally the number of fights they have had; while I simply count the blessings.
You come on a vacation and often say to me, “ You are still a child, you haven’t grown-up”; barely realising that I can be a “child” only for the fortnight, which you spend with us.
Between family get-togethers and on occasions- to miss you has become a habit. I have cultured myself to it.
Having said all this…don’t take my words to heart, I suggest;
Cos’ our countrymen wish to sleep a peaceful night to knit for themselves a bright future; a future that only you can bring to light
And for all this..I am happy to live past the memories untold.
Proud to be your sister.
JAI HIND
