Ek Hazaro mein meri Behna hain....,

While looking out for my certificates in my wardrobe, I found this photo ( description at the end)

Excuse Me....I Damn care it and get hell out of here and for GOD sake don't even think of poking your nose again.....

Look at others sisters, they are so co-operative and caring!!!

There is no point in arguing with you......and very next hour am sharing my maggie with her in the same plate, giggling at her over acting of pretending myself.....and very next hour my brother is enjoying our argument on making the bed for the night which ends with moms daunting, the night never used to makes us sleep until we rolled on the floor with laugh and used to fall asleep with dads voice.....argument over alarm was the first topic of our fight again in the morning.......Such was the Tom and Jerry fight in my childhood with my sister....we grew up with different views  but kept fighting on silly matters....watching movies.....and having Pani puris......

No wonder time flew so fast, after my mother she was the one who used to take care of family's requirements and had a major weight of vote during family discussions.....always used to feel envy of that but always amazed at her managing things so well.....

Time leaped so fast until that day when I have returned from college and heard dad and mom discussing about a possible match,was excited, teased her and also at some point of corner in my heart felt, damn, would she be able to manager her in Laws ? and very next thought used to think of the prospect, will he be able to take care of my sister as my dad took........

Started hearing the song"Phoolon ka taron ka Sab ka kehna hain, ek hazaro mein meri behna hain.....post her match fixing with a good gentleman, enjoyed those situations until I saw the day when my aged(very old)aunt was consoling my mom "beti to parayi hoti hain, Jaana to padega use Apne ghar" and used to confuse with the thoughts.....( song continued to play)She was born here, studied with me, fought with me, was caressed and loved equally with me by mom and dad and very importantly she shared the same surname, I had, but now how come she is PARAYI......(song continued to play) ridiculous , come whatever she belongs to this place, she is the best, all my enviness and hatred turned towards enduring love and affection towards her because even I got to knew that she is going to a new place amidst of new people, whom we have never met earlier......."Bhayya Raja bajayega Baja........song continued, until I felt a single drop on my cheek rolling out of my eyes....and she just walks across me throwing a pillow over me.......and yelling....." Kuch kaam koni....Din bhar gaana".....

The day came when complete house was decorated, never saw my dad so tense, one who always roared like a tiger was like a lamb on her marriage day and my sister was like angel..the day flashed like a minute which we were awaiting from a long time....I dressed like it was my marriage, pretended to smile, danced had laugh but within my heart I was fearing of the next moment, a family pic on stage.....I was trying very hard to assemble my parents.....and acting like am more interested in having a pic....no one knew....Just wanted to freeze that golden moment......as I knew the next event is the so called Vidhai, a clueless custom created by ancestors where heart is taken away from the body....my emotions overtook my controlled mind and I wept unlike before....

No more fights, no more teasing.....she used to call every day from her in laws place ( her place is always the place where I stay ) enquired about dad, myself and used to adjust herself in new place.....when ever I used to see her, felt ashamed of my thoughts in my childhood doubting her ability to adjust....she is more calm, composed and in sarees with pallu.....so beautiful was she that I could have ever imagined whom i have always saw a girl with jeans......

The vacuum was created after she has left.....my heart used to beat faster, my hands used to shiver,whenever she used to walk with her heavy legs, when she came for her maternity......she was blessed with a baby girl and that day I felt, yes my childhood came back, I have a girl now with whom I can fight as soon as she grows up......But let me tell you.....my affection was millions time more on the little baby than my sister.....don't know if every one feels like this......time has flashed again and I fight with the junior......

(a photo where, my sister and brother were giving a smile to the click and I was staring at niece, where she was holding my fingers in her small palm and looking at me.....) saari umar Hume sang Rehna hain....