UNPARALLELED BONDS

Trip to Shimla

My mom yelled from her room," When are you going to pack bags?"
"Later. We've time."
She grumbled but I never paid attention. Neither I was too much enthusiastic nor disinterested to go to Shimla, where my sister was living in pg. She has been there for her exam preparation and for coaching. It was my first time going to Shimla although I am Himachali and every other person here have gone there multiple times but for me, going to Shimla was equivalent to going on an international trip. Me, my mother and one of my cousin booked almost three buses and a taxi to reach our final destination.

On the way I pulled out my newly published book, read it and then felt like
thousand of memories that were never really made, still existed somewhere in my brain and I could not easily erase them up using the apsara non-dust eraser.
While sitting with my mother and cousin who talked like it's their first date, I closed my book and pulled my headphones out of the bag, All the way I was listening to the depressive songs or thinking nothing for no reason.
We reached my cousin's apartment in the evening and the first thing I did there was calling my sister to come here fast as I've come and we would rock and this and that without considering other inexplicable facts. I thought she might not come
and then dozed off for about 2 hrs. Few minutes before I woke up, somebody shook me back and forth, slapped me in sleep like I'm the only mosquito in the world and was gonna threw me off
from the bed if I hadn't opened my third eye. Yeah, she was my sibling who came half hour before I woke up. That day we slept hugging cach other all night resisting to leave the hold of each other's
hand and then again I realised that separation makes the bond even more strong.
We hugged as if we were about to block each other's breath and then she suddenly told me that she read half of my book which was kept nearby.
I had never shared anything about M#hi! and my ridiculous school  activities. Not even a bit. Cause I knew her reaction would be like -
(grinning wickedly) "Do this and that or I will tell them... Hehehehehe..."
So my first reaction on knowing that she read my secrets was one of embarrassment and then I became neutral and thought of going with the flow. The good part of that she couldn't blackmail me this time for 2 reasons. One was she transformed a little bit from zombie to sister and other was her boyfriend about whom only I and her roommate and her best friend, Sana,knew.
So we kept each other's secret locked and went to her pg together the next day. It was a long distance from the apartment  . The jostling inside the bus and diversity of people walking on road fascinated me a lot that I was writing poems to explain the beauty ignored in our daily lives.