Sister's Gone

Chapter 2

Sirsha POV

I opened the door to find a very familiar figure in front of me.

Skriti di. The most beautiful person in the world in my eyes. How can a person be so perfect, I questioned myself.

Skriti di was dressed in her favourite purple saree which was given by her one and only sister a.k.a. me on her 24th birthday. Her fair skin tone suited perfectly with the saree. Her eyes--- Oh my God! Those perfect eyes...probably the best in the world! I mean her eyeliner is more perfect than her eyes. *sarcastic*
I always envy her hair--- so long, so thick, complete black; one which is perfect for 'Sunsilk' advertisement. She caresses her hair like her own child. She never likes anyone touching it. I always get furious when she discovers new hairstyles and her hair easily gets camouflaged to it. I envy her beauty! I envy all the proposals she got so far from those handsome guys.

During my school days I had a huge crush on a guy who was my sister's classmate. Skriti di and I were in the same school. She was probably in class 12 then and I in class 9. I tried giving him all the hints about my feelings but he was a moron of the first order. Such rosy dreams of mine were shattered at that point when he came to me and told that he had a crush on Skriti di and requested me to help him say this to my sister. Oh lovely! There I stood stupefied for a moment. Anyhow I assimilated myself and faked a smile saying 'sure'! I had a thunder of emotions within me. After that incident I did not go to school for 2 long days! I even stopped talking to my sister out of fury. On being asked I gave her that stern look which puzzled her completely. If looks could kill, she would be twelve feet under the ground. That night itself I got so full with anger that I decided to take revenge from my sister. I decided to separate my sister from the thing she loves the most--- her hair. Afterall she should also understand how it feels to get separated from our loved ones! With revengeful thoughts I got up from the bed and stood beside my sister who was in a deep sleep. I raised the scissor high up in the air and as I was about take my revenge, something stopped me. I don't know what it was ; maybe some supernatural power or the universe which did not want this to happen. I put that scissor down and began to sob. Gradually my sobs sounded louder than my voice. They were loud enough to wake my sister up from her sleep and stare at me with googly eyes. I puzzled her once again.

After few minutes the scenario was such that Skriti di was seated on the bed and I was laying down on the bed with my head on her lap sobbing even louder than before. I told her the full story, the reason behind my revenge and she listened to me carefully, patting my head with her soft hands. For a moment she thought maybe I would kill her and she would part with her hair for lifetime. Nothing as such happened, instead like every other day Skriti di was the one who held me when I was weak.

We ended up cursing that jerk to our heart's content even though we knew he did not commit any heinous crime. We just love each other too much to let any outsider hurt us. We are each other's strength. I never apologized to my sister for such kind of behavior. Never! You know why? Its because I know that she understands me and each and every feelings of mine. She surely understands what I went through and knows that I did not mean anything I did. We have that mutual understanding which ties us to this special bond.
And again...love does not search for blood relation; it just happens where there is trust and mutual understanding.

I was again brought back to my senses when Skriti di snapped her fingers making me quiver. I blinked my eyes twice realising how stupid I am to drown in the well of thoughts in such an awkward situation. Somehow I assimilated myself and clearing my throat I asked her, "What do you want?"

She looked a bit amazed but later on responded saying "What's wrong with you? My wedding is finally fixed. Aren't you happy about it?"

"Yes, why won't I?" I added feigning a smile.

"Then why did you escape from there?"

"I was just not feeling well. There's nothing to worry about." I tried to cover up the matter.

"Oh really! You think am a fool? These fake reasons are really very old-fashioned you know. Cummon, tell me the truth." Skriti di rebuking.

"Am not in a mood to argue with you! Please go away! I sounded low. "Wait! I am leaving rather!"

As I was about to leave, Skriti di held my hand tightly and demanded an answer saying "Will you tell me what is wrong? Did I hurt you somehow? Did I make a mistake? Are you angry on me? If it is so then please let me know."

"Oh no! How on earth can you be wrong! You are always right! Why are you wasting your time behind me even? Its your wedding right? Then please go and celebrate this day with your Mr. Perfect! No need of wasting your valuable time behind me. Okay?"

Skriti di stood there dumbfounded. Tears started forming in her eyes. I cursed myself under my breath realising how rude I sounded. All I could do at that point was just give her a I-am-very-sorry look. Not a word was spoken by her. NOT A WORD! She still stood there holding my hand with the same grip when a teardrop trickled down her right eye without her knowledge.