Long time ago, I lived with my uncle away from my parents and siblings. I was totally unaware of the things I had been missing. At 13, I reunited with my family and spent few years with them before I got married.
Every year that has passed by since then has strengthened the bond with me and my siblings. I had thought I hadn't really missed anything. I was proven wrong last year.
My father in law left us last on the day of rakhi and we will not celebrate it anymore. It did not feel like much has changed until today had arrived.
I got up this morning with a heavy heart and a turbulent brain. I seemed to have a series of short scenes making it a continual dream. Some images clear others blur. After calming myself down I realised that it may be the reaction of a tired brain..
I have been thinking about how unwell dad was in the last few months of his existence. At the same time I was also thinking about how I missed tieing Rakhi to my only brother.
Strange how things we long for are literally produced by our brain as if real. I can't do much about the Rakhi but now as I look at the years I was away from family, I feel regret as I have lost so many memory making moments.
No qarrels for toys, no pulling each other's hair. No keeping each other's secrets, no becoming the comforting bear. No pillow fights, no hiding chocolates. No bringing duly gifts, no calling wierd names.
Collect all your childhood memories together and go through them, I have not got any of those. And today more than missing Rakhi celebration, I miss being with my siblings..
A Rakhi can not define the depth of the bond we share, the following words convey a portion of what I feel right now..
Sany, Bhavna di and bhai, the three of you not only are an inseparable part of my life, but are so integral to it that I can not imagine being anyone else's sister. I'm immensely blessed and wish you be blessed all your life.
This rakhi and the following may not see us together in festivity but I promise each one of you that you will find me by your side even when the whole world thinks otherwise. We may grow old with each year but I pray our bond stays young forever and we stay the little kins as ever.
Love you lots always.
Miss you!
Chiklet/ chinks/ chinu
Every year that has passed by since then has strengthened the bond with me and my siblings. I had thought I hadn't really missed anything. I was proven wrong last year.
My father in law left us last on the day of rakhi and we will not celebrate it anymore. It did not feel like much has changed until today had arrived.
I got up this morning with a heavy heart and a turbulent brain. I seemed to have a series of short scenes making it a continual dream. Some images clear others blur. After calming myself down I realised that it may be the reaction of a tired brain..
I have been thinking about how unwell dad was in the last few months of his existence. At the same time I was also thinking about how I missed tieing Rakhi to my only brother.
Strange how things we long for are literally produced by our brain as if real. I can't do much about the Rakhi but now as I look at the years I was away from family, I feel regret as I have lost so many memory making moments.
No qarrels for toys, no pulling each other's hair. No keeping each other's secrets, no becoming the comforting bear. No pillow fights, no hiding chocolates. No bringing duly gifts, no calling wierd names.
Collect all your childhood memories together and go through them, I have not got any of those. And today more than missing Rakhi celebration, I miss being with my siblings..
A Rakhi can not define the depth of the bond we share, the following words convey a portion of what I feel right now..
Sany, Bhavna di and bhai, the three of you not only are an inseparable part of my life, but are so integral to it that I can not imagine being anyone else's sister. I'm immensely blessed and wish you be blessed all your life.
This rakhi and the following may not see us together in festivity but I promise each one of you that you will find me by your side even when the whole world thinks otherwise. We may grow old with each year but I pray our bond stays young forever and we stay the little kins as ever.
Love you lots always.
Miss you!
Chiklet/ chinks/ chinu
