My name, Abhir Birla, is a blend of my father and mother's names, a constant reminder of the love and legacy they shared, even when life tore them apart. I have two sisters, Ruhi and Abhira, and they are not just my siblings—they are my entire world. If Ruhi is my heart, then Abhira is my jaan. They complete me in a way nothing else ever could. If one of them were ever not by my side, I honestly don't know how I could survive. They've been my pillars, my greatest strengths, and my reason to keep moving forward, no matter how difficult life becomes.
Today, people call me a rockstar. They see the fame, the success, the stages I perform on, and the crowd cheering my name. But they don't know the story behind it. They don't know that every step I took towards this dream, every note I sang, was because of my sisters. It was Ruhi and Abhira who stood by me, who believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself. Without them, I would have never become the person I am today. They supported me, encouraged me, and became my strength when I felt weak.
Ruhi is a doctor, following in her mother's footsteps with the same dedication and compassion he has. She's brilliant, strong, and just like her mother, Aarohi. Sometimes, when I look at her, I see the same fire, the same determination that massi had. But I also see her pain, the silent burden she carries. She doesn't talk about it, but I can feel it. I just hope life doesn't make her repeat the mistakes our mothers once did.
Abhira, on the other hand, is still studying law. She's the youngest, and she reminds me so much of our mumma, Akshara. Sensitive, caring, yet fierce when it comes to standing for what's right. She wants to make a difference in the world, just like mumma did. I admire her for that, but deep down, I worry. I wish she never has to face thedid. I wish she never has to experience the same pain.
And then there's mumma... my mumma, Akshara Birla. yet today, she seems so fragile, so distant from the mother I once knew. There are days when I see her lost in her own pain, fighting battles I can't even understand. She once told me that everything happening now—the distance, the pain—was because of what I did to my sister. But I don't understand. What did I do? What mistake was so big that it tore our family apart like this? No matter how much I try to piece it together, the answers slip away. I just want mumma to be okay again. I want her to smile, to be happy... I wish I could fix everything.
And Papa... my superhero. Dr. Abhimanyu Birla. If there’s anyone I’ve always looked up to, it’s him. He’s Ruhi and Abhira’s role model, their guiding light. Yet, despite all his achievements, he always says he isn’t perfect. I didn’t understand that when I was younger. I used to think he was invincible, flawless, everything a son could want in a father. But now, I see the cracks he tries so hard to hide. He carries his own regrets, his own guilt, and sometimes, I wonder if that's why he pushes himself so hard—to be the father he thinks we deserve.
I talk too much about my family, don't I? Maybe it's because they are my entire identity. I wouldn’t be Abhir Birla without them. Who am I, really?
I'm a rockstar, yes. I love music—it's my soul, my escape, my way of expressing everything I can't put into words. But I'm also a doctor, like my father, a path I chose not out of pressure but because I wanted to heal. Music heals hearts, but medicine heals lives. That's what Papa taught me.
And yet, there's another side to me. The side that feels lost, conflicted. People see me smiling, performing on stage, living a dream life. But behind that spotlight, there's a boy who still feels like he doesn't know who he truly is. Am I defined by my music? My profession? Or am I just someone who will forever be a reflection of his family?
I’m still figuring it out. But if there’s one thing I am sure of, it’s this: My family is my everything. No matter what mistakes were made, no matter how broken we seem today, I will never stop loving them. I will fight for them, protect them, and do whatever it takes to see my mumma smile, to see my papa proud, and to make sure Ruhi and Abhira never feel alone.
I am Abhir Birla. A son, a brother, a dreamer, a healer... and someone who will never stop believing in the power of family.
