SISTEROOD IS POWERFUL
TO MY WONDERFUL TAMARIND AND SPICE SISTERS...YOU ARE MY WORLD
There is something magical about siblings and God must love me very much as I have two younger sisters with drop dead looks and one younger brother again with drop dead looks (I have to add the good looking part ..it is compulsory…for obvious reasons). Sisters just know you sooo well..they see through you and still love you.
As someone has said ‘To the outside world we all grow old, but not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes, we remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys, scents and smells. We don’t get bored when we talk of the past and we don’t require long stories …we have seen it together so we know. We live outside the touch of time. Sisters are your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. Sisters are your witness, who see you at your worst and best, and love you anyway. They are your partners in crime, your midnight companions; they know when you are smiling, even in the dark, they know when you are lying and ask what you have been up to. Your complimentary teachers, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, they are the reason you wish you were an only child. And some days they are the reason for you being alive and smiling.’
The thrill of holidaying together is out of this world and this time since youngest sis was visiting us after almost two years she had made it very clear that it is her or the University...so I finally took a week off...and thankfully the university survived my absence.
It was after years that the three of us sisters got together all relaxed sans any impediments, sans husbands and with time on our hands…and the mood flavored with the colors of Holi set it just right to revisit old pastimes.
It was after years that the three of us sisters got together all relaxed sans any impediments, sans husbands and with time on our hands…and the mood flavored with the colors of Holi set it just right to revisit old pastimes.
We did all important stuff like gossiping and bitching all through the night…after all a lot had happened in the world..Shah Rukh had six pack abs, Hillary was losing, Saif was hot, Akshay had a paunch, Mr XX was in town, KK and H were still alive, Ms Hot was still hot etc, etc…the list never got over..holidays got over…Then we listened to our all time favorite songs, watched movies and hogged at all our favorite joints and had our favorite foods and drinks and if time permitted we also slept.
We went on a shopping spree…everyday we went shopping to one new area it was so damn wild…of course gossiping was omnipresent it pervaded all other activities. But there was another reason too for our love for shopping in those newly built hip hop malls of Delhi and Noida, they provided our sore eyes with relief, we did a lot of shopping, window shopping and gazing and ogling at all those handsome hunks that have suddenly cropped up everywhere.
We even took turns to drive; driving is very cathartic you get to vent out and practice all those *f* and cuss words especially if you live with the Yankees and the goody types because you cannot use your favorite expletives so freely and so feel so constipated… I got to drive in the worst areas at the peak time since I was the eldest and in a holier than thou profession...while they drove in the best areas…which turned out to be a blessing as I got to do bird watching.
Sulekha was an absolute NOOOOOO, and they didn’t even let me think..the moment I would even start to put in words mentally they would say it aloud…NO you cannot even think of blogs or writing or Work. See sisters see through you so you cannot even bluff. I didn’t even get in touch with my friends..we were so engrossed in ourselves reliving, reminiscing, revisiting history…
When we were very tired we slept early at 3:30 am but most days we slept at 5am and when we got up…Mom indulged us as usual with large mugs of tea and Dad with his critical looks…at what his girls are up to. Since kid brother was not in town it was a predominantly female bastion…and Mom too joined in the fun…
The worst part was coming back …. And to say that I miss them is an understatement, in fact it has taken all of me to write…didn’t want to write or do anything…just wanted to sulk and sulk and wish that women didn’t have to leave their homes…and be separated from their moms and siblings…people who mean everything.
But I guess what is life without regrets…so the blogs must go on…
Sisters are forever friends…they stand by you till the end
Younger ones your encyclopedia of wanted and unwanted comments
They know it all
They have shared your climbs and falls
They have shared all those naughty lies
And those unending love sighs
Those growing up crushes
Those heartbreaks and abuses
Those over speeding tickets
Those bunking of classes and falling of wickets
They know the additions in your stories
They know when you worry
They ensure you walk on earth
They know what you are worth
They push you to dream
And scream the loudest when you win
They love you no matter what
In spite and despite all your deeds and thoughts
They are your soul mates that brighten and color your life
They hold your hand and lighten your strife
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