Happy Raksha Bandhan to all my brothers.
I have too many of them. After all "All Indians are my brothers and sisters
" .
But still there are only a few close to my heart, who at many instances have showered their love on me that it is impossible for me to verbalise their care for me. If I think of what they are to me, I can only cry in silence.
On this special day, I want them to know that they are very special to me.
To my brother who shares my joy and grief:
You are the most disciplined brother I have in my life. Perfectionism is thy name. I wonder how you accepted a sister like me! Because of your vocabulary prowess, you wrote several lines to me. I preserve them all, although I know I don't deserve any of them. Here is one of those that you wrote to me 12 years back.
You wrote to me
"So what if not of same blood
Tears too prove when they flood"
I can't believe now that we are not of same blood!
Thanks Bhaiyya for being there at all times for me.
To my brother who lent his ears to me:
If I have to talk about this one, the first thing that comes to my mind is this, "Have we agreed with each other on atleast one thing so far...?? !"We always used to disagree with each other. Most of the times we spent in arguing! We were from completely different backgrounds, yet we have spent lot of time together in that home of ours where we actually became "philosophers" :-)! Even today though we are far away, when we talk on phone, we get enough time to argue....! But despite our differences, I must confess you are one brother who cared about my well being. You spent maximum time listening to me whenever I was in trouble.
Thanks for being there, Yaar.
To my brother whom I would call 'my mother':
I spent half a decade of my life in a hostel for the first time. I fell sick too often. He stood at my gate always with those special recipes he made especially for my sick self. If anyone here thinks a formal education civilizes people, we must all rethink. He disproved it. He proved that "Education is hardly required to be good-hearted". Today I am far off from him, but when I think of him, I recollect that he was just an embodiment of my mother.
To my little brother who fights with me, but still cares for me:
This is to that little brother of mine, who finds out reasons to irritate me and keeps bullying me. He is still very small, who has to grow a lot, but behaves at many times like an elder brother to me by his acts of care. Till today, I have never shown any special care towards him. But he still keeps calling me often to check on me and my well being.
There are lot more to mention. My blog pages would not be enough if I show that endless list. There are so many more whom I have been encountering in my life ,who have been contributing to my growth at several points of time. Some have given their time listening to me, some have escorted me, some have spent time teaching me, some have written so many encouraging letters to me which I preserve still and so on....Some are elder to me, some are younger and some, though elder act like kids ! My wishes to all of them and my sincere prayers for all their good health and happiness!
Truly,
Your Sister.
I have too many of them. After all "All Indians are my brothers and sisters
But still there are only a few close to my heart, who at many instances have showered their love on me that it is impossible for me to verbalise their care for me. If I think of what they are to me, I can only cry in silence.
On this special day, I want them to know that they are very special to me.
To my brother who shares my joy and grief:
You are the most disciplined brother I have in my life. Perfectionism is thy name. I wonder how you accepted a sister like me! Because of your vocabulary prowess, you wrote several lines to me. I preserve them all, although I know I don't deserve any of them. Here is one of those that you wrote to me 12 years back.
You wrote to me
"So what if not of same blood
Tears too prove when they flood"
I can't believe now that we are not of same blood!
Thanks Bhaiyya for being there at all times for me.
To my brother who lent his ears to me:
If I have to talk about this one, the first thing that comes to my mind is this, "Have we agreed with each other on atleast one thing so far...?? !"We always used to disagree with each other. Most of the times we spent in arguing! We were from completely different backgrounds, yet we have spent lot of time together in that home of ours where we actually became "philosophers" :-)! Even today though we are far away, when we talk on phone, we get enough time to argue....! But despite our differences, I must confess you are one brother who cared about my well being. You spent maximum time listening to me whenever I was in trouble.
Thanks for being there, Yaar.
To my brother whom I would call 'my mother':
I spent half a decade of my life in a hostel for the first time. I fell sick too often. He stood at my gate always with those special recipes he made especially for my sick self. If anyone here thinks a formal education civilizes people, we must all rethink. He disproved it. He proved that "Education is hardly required to be good-hearted". Today I am far off from him, but when I think of him, I recollect that he was just an embodiment of my mother.
To my little brother who fights with me, but still cares for me:
This is to that little brother of mine, who finds out reasons to irritate me and keeps bullying me. He is still very small, who has to grow a lot, but behaves at many times like an elder brother to me by his acts of care. Till today, I have never shown any special care towards him. But he still keeps calling me often to check on me and my well being.
There are lot more to mention. My blog pages would not be enough if I show that endless list. There are so many more whom I have been encountering in my life ,who have been contributing to my growth at several points of time. Some have given their time listening to me, some have escorted me, some have spent time teaching me, some have written so many encouraging letters to me which I preserve still and so on....Some are elder to me, some are younger and some, though elder act like kids
Truly,
Your Sister.
Lalith, There cannot be a bigger and better fest for you than Rakshabandhan... Happy to find a galaxy of people, flock to you, when you need them... And, DOUBLE HAPPY, to realize that I am one of them. Shall always be there for you, sis. Hope He has both our CVs already. Sincere prayers to bless us with the same HLA, next time.
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