This is what happened with me yesterday evening. Not exactly what happened but a part of it. Wanted to pen it down.
18th July, 2013. Nothing special about the date. Just like they say , a new day for a new beginning maybe. I spent my day studying for the forthcoming exam. The day was going along to be exceptionally boring until that unexpected shower hit my end.I love rains. My love for rains is inexplicable. I gaped outside at the rain coming down through the window. On the spur of moment, my younger sister came running into my room , held my hand and we rushed downstairs. Walking in the rain through the damp sinuous street, both of us were adhering the silence. Watching a couple of people running and trying to save themselves from getting drenched, kids playing football in the park, Birds flying towards their nests and the sky getting darker. The very next moment, She held my hand and told me ,"I have always wanted to be like you." I was startled. Wondering why she wanted to be like me when people usually told us that she's an exact copy of me.Be it our behavior, our way of talking, our hobbies, our hairstyle, our passion for music and our resemblance in almost everything. "But you're already like me. In fact, You are my better and improved version." , I said. I wasn't really cracking a joke or maybe saying a dialogue. I said this only and only because I wanted her to believe in herself. She chuckled. With an eccentric grin on her face, she said, "No. That's not what I mean.What I mean to say is, I want to be like you. The way you handle things, the way you control your emotions and the way you love everybody. You are nearly perfect.". I felt proud. I was happy to know that my sister believes in me. That I am a role model for her. Being an elder sister, I have always wanted to be an aspiration for my sister and guide her through her thick and thin. Disagreeing totally with her, I told her,"Don't call me that. I'm not perfect. Not even close to it. I'm happy that you think like that about me but believe me I'm not. The word perfect , Scares me. Perfect people are supposed to be perfect in everything.They aren't supposed to make mistakes. And you know I can't live without making mistakes. I mess up almost every second thing." She smiled and hugged me, telling me what she feels about me. "You are absolutely perfect for me. I love the way you are." , she said. You see how just a few words can do wonders? She made my day. Deep Inside, I knew she will always love me immensely and so would I. But there's this fear in my heart. What If someday, I fail to retain this image in my sisters mind? What if someday, I do something wrong and she stops believing in me? What if I somehow fail to guide her through the right path? I would never want that. But as they say , Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer. We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don't judge. :)
