Today is Rakshabandhan…Funnily, I don’t think the ‘Rakhi’ I sent you has even reached you, but hey, it will come to you okay. I hardly write about you, but I just want to tell you that I think you are a rockstar.
I found it really funny when the other day you told me that you actually remember seeing me all wrapped up in a cloth a few hours after I was born, looking like a small cute baby monkey (yaa thanks!) when Appa took you to the hospital where Amma and I were And you were only 3.5 years then…
I never wanted to be in your team when we used to play together as kids because I always thought you molly coddled me a little too much. I have always been your favorite baby sister, and the things you have done for me boss! amazing!
Remember how you used to take me double seat in that big big cycle when your legs wouldn’t even reach the ground, cycle for 2.5 kilometres to my dance class, wait outside (because I wouldn’t want you to come in!) and then take me back…Jeez! you sure had patience bhai!
And then how my cycle used to get punctured when we returned from school and you used to cycle me and the two big bags in that hot summer sun at 1.30 PM. and remember that BSA SLR which we had..you used to take me all around the township double seat in that
And in school, when we were in the same one, I would hate being called your sister..because you always won the ideal child award back to back each year..gah! and remember that science teacher in our secondary section. As soon as I went to the last seat to sit, she said ‘you are RMB’s sister, really, I can’t believe it, he is such a wonderful boy and you…..’ Well, it was difficult being a sister to such a great guy..but hey, I am still trying okay?
And remember how we walked home that day when I was in class 4 and you were in class 7, after taking our passport size pictures and you realised whatever money Amma had given us got over..so we walked and walked and walked almost for 6 kilometres and you kept telling me abhi aaya yaar…chal chal…
You were always the first to appreciate all my kitchen disasters, whether it was the first time I made Poha or the pizzas I used to burn in the kitchen.
We always used to fight on who would clean the tables in the morning and who would do it in the evenings, you hated cleaning the wash basins and I hated putting the vessels on the shelves, but we both had to do it eh?
And tell me something, how the hell did you end up making better rotis than me eh? bol bol!!
Guess, this is mushy enough a letter, more in the next Rakshabandhan okay?
Loads of love
Your bratty sis
And for those guys interested in reading what the Big Bro had to write about me, Check out here