“ Tammudu…am leaving to school...you have to come by yourself…bye..” my sister pretends as if she was stepping down a five stepped staircase in front of my house. A sudden rocket of punctuality jets me away from mirror to get ready as fast as a magician performs his tricks. ha ha..a memory that always allows me to walk through the playful childhood my sister and I had together.
Ah well often we used to have many skirmishes
hollering at each other for our favourite T V channels, smacking each
other for someone ate some other’s quota of delicious sweets my
mother made. All the puny, teeny, gravityless vengeance lasted not
more than a few minutes..within no time we used to have a sensuous
chat with loud guffaws.
My mom often says that only one will know the
value of a relation when the operands are away from each other.
hmmm.. thats true.. I never felt like my sister is caring for me in a
special manner because she cared for me always that I am completely
immersed in her care since I knew her..But as the time and tradition
drifted us apart I felt the void air with no love and affection
protecting me. Then , I have realized the care my sister showered on
me .Now, even a glimpse of my mobile singing and blinking “ Akka
Bengaluru “ would tantalize me and am on a brink of loud loving
rhapsodic “HELLO !!!”
Our conversation these days is tightly packed
with emotions and affection. A gifted relation between siblings
should never be faded by the busy times of our livelihood. Don’t
forget that the canopy of one’s career is characterized by one’s
attitude towards one’s family and relationships.
Sisters provide an ocean of freedom and support when “a hand
please or into the hades of under earth “ kind of situations arise.
I always wonder whether there is any force in this
universe that can badly vitiate this love in sisterhood. To be frank
I have seen the cases where it struck me a stunning “yes!”.
Moneymania did it .They quarrel for properties and patrimony and
break their relations in the name of unnecessary pride . Please
remember that not a wad of notes pats you when you are in grief.
Never let your own life abandoned by your siblings who show your life
through them. Feel fortunate that you are in such a lattice of love
that binds you , frees you ,leads you and stands behind you in every
walk of your life...
An ovation of respects to my dearest sister
Sindhuvu Dasari…
Dedicated to all the sisters in this
world…
(hearty thanks to Mrs Sirisha Javvaji for helping me redacting the
article)
HAPPY
RAKSHABANDHAN
-sreeram kolluru
(murthygiet.blogspot.com)
