“I will miss you.” Those words
are ringing in my ears again and again. Those were the words of my beloved
10-year-old little sister, when I was coming back to the hostel.
“You can go now” She had hugged
me and said so. But her eyes had already reflected her heart’s voice. She must
have been very sad thinking that she won’t be together with me now. And why
won’t she be sad!! After all it was her brother leaving for hostel, and she
won’t be seeing him for a while. But I had to come to the hostel for completing
my higher studies.
She had never been without me
before. If I think of it now, I guess she hasn’t slept anywhere without me.
Every night it had been me, singing lullaby for her before her sleep. She used
to say brother sing this song, sing that song. She would make a list of songs
to sing for her, and I had to go through Google to search for the lyrics to
those songs. Because of her, I still know the lyrics of most of the lullaby
songs. “Hush little baby”,” twinkle twinkle little star”, “round and round the
garden (like a teddy bear)”, “Brahm’s lullaby”, and “you are my sunshine” were
her favorite ones. So, I would sing them again and again for her. She was
attached to me more than anyone else, and I was attached to her as well. Now as
I am far from her now, I am thinking how she had been doing now, and who had
been singing lullaby to her.
I am reminiscing now how much I
used to play with her, sing with her, and even dance with her. On many
occasions, I used to fight with her as well. But it was always her being the
victor of the fierceful battle at last. Had she lost, she would have cried and
I would have to surrender to her, making her winner. That’s how my relation was
with her.
She used to say that I am her
everything. I came to a realization that, having a younger sibling makes you do
and become everything. If she says me to be a doctor, I had to pretend to be a
doctor. Sometimes I had to be a patient, warrior, hero, king, superman and many
more. Many times, I had to be her horse as well on which she would ride for
hours.
Many times, I had done her
homework with my left hand to ensure her teacher wouldn’t catch us. But
unfortunately, we would get caught every time, not only by teachers, but also
by mom and dad. After she would get caught by the teacher, she would give me a
scary look after returning back to the room, and I would just try to hide my
face just like the scared cat. However, she would just hang around my neck and
say “It shouldn’t happen again next time.” She would say with a smile in her
face. I always had wondered whether that was a threat or motivation.
Sometimes I would tease her by comparing
her to the sisters of others. I used to say, “There are sisters of other boys,
who love them so much and take care of them a lot, and there’s you who doesn’t
reciprocate my love and care.” And she would come to me and say, “I love you
brother, I love u so so much.” I don’t know why but those words used to comfort
me a lot. That’s why I used to say those words again and again. But once she
got so irritated that she even said,” If their sisters are that good, then just
go and be their brother.” Maybe she didn’t have had a good time that day, so
she had taken out her anger at me. I guess those words were the harshest words
I have ever heard in my life. But after sometime she came to me again and said
sorry for saying those words. I had to
forget those harshest words because of the apology from the fiercest but
loveliest sister.
She is the youngest one at home.
So, she was not only little, but a lot spoiled girl. Many times, she had beaten
her classmates, and because of that I had to be the middleman in between the
two-child’s fight.
I always used to think how she
would live without me being around to take care of her. But now I have realized
that I am the one who can’t live without her.
After finishing my studies, when
I go back home, I will just be saying one thing to her and that thing is “I am
sorry that I left you behind.”
Note:
The story is fictional, and I don’t have any biological sister. But I wish I
had one. :-)
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