My Sister..

                            

“ 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

 

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