Its a story about Samar and his sister Samara... It's about how this boy loves his sister and his world revolves around her. Even though there are bitter sweet fights but at the end of the day he loves her more than his life.
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"Wait... Samara, enough... Stop running and give that back to me.. You are such a pain in the ass." shouted Samar. "Hehehehe.. Stop me you no(stop me if you can) ... I show this all now.. All see (I'll show this to everyone). You no no stop me dada.. Me soo fast .. See see..." Samara replied with a tone of naughtiness in her voice and twitching her nose and jumping all the time... Samar noded his head in disagreement, yet he had a satisfying smile across his face. I then switched on my handicam and start recording , "Hii, I'm Samar, I'm 13. And I'm making a video diary for my lil sister Samara. I'll capture her entire life in video and gift it to her as a parting gift when she gets married. My sister is 6 year old. She's 6.5 years younger to me. I'll start by telling all about her from her birth till now and keep updating this diary on a daily basis.
I remember the day Samara was born very clearly. It was a good and pleasant day in the month of April in our small home town of Digboi, in the state of Assam, in the north eastern province of India. It was around 4:30pm in the evening when the head nurse walked out of the dark corridor with a little pink small toy that moved.. Well at least I thought it was a toy. She came upto me and said, 'Look darling, this is your baby sister.' I looked at her, her pink lil face, her red hands moving up and down as if in search if something, making different faces.. I asked the nurse, 'Can I touch her?' The nurse said, 'Of course honey, go ahead. Just be careful, she's very lil and delicate.' I touched her cheek with my index finger as soft as I could and she immediately started making faces, as if she was trying to say something to me. I touched her hand and she grabbed my finger so tight and there was a look of safety in her eyes. I softly kissed her hand and felt proud that I was abig brother now. The nurse released my finger from her grip and started taking her away. As soon as my finger was released, my baby sister started crying. And all of a sudden I felt sheer anger and hatred towards the nurse for making her cry. But I some how knew it was for the baby's own good. Dad then came up to me and took me to the cabin where mum had to stay with my tomato( that's what I used to call Samara initially) . Mum asked, 'Come here Sammy, come meet your lil sister, Samara.' I said, 'I've already met her.. She's so pretty. I love her already.' My dad said, 'Well son, I think she loves you too.' My mum said, 'Come here, I think she wants to play with you.' I went up to my mum and looked at her. She was yawning bigggg.. Aww.. She looked sooo very adorable.. I wanted to cuddle with her, but she was way too small and too delicate. My dad then lifted her up as softly as he could. And cradled her in his arms saying, 'Well this is my luckiest day. I'm holding a princess in my arms. I promise never to let a drop of tear in her eyes. Never to have her hurt. Any problem that wishes to come to her, shall cross me first.' I added, 'I promise to protect her always and no matter what love her more than anything. She'll never have a tear in her eye. I'll be her shield.' Dad then put my tomato in the iron cradle and I went up to her and softly touched her hand again, and she immediately grabbed my finger with her tiny hand. I kind of liked that feeling when she grabbed my finger. In the next few hours and the following days the hospital was filled with friends and family who had come to meet my tomato. I hated it as I got lesser and lesser and lesser time with her.. I really hated the feeling when others picked her up and I didn't get a chance.
In a few days we were home and one day mum asked me, 'Want to pick her up?' I nodded in agreement. Mum said, 'Come sit here, and you can pick her up.' It was such a good feeling. I can't express those feelings in words. I felt like I held an angel in my arms. I can reamber each day and every moment clearly a she grew a lil each day." The camcorder screen was shut by Samara and I was brought back to reality and Samara started shouting at me, "Hehehehe... Na-nana-na-na.. You no can catch me.. Lazy bum lazy bum!!" "Samara, you are sooooooooo dead! I'm gonna kill you. Why do you have to trouble me soo much!" And I ran after her to catch her... We were stopped by our mother, when she called us for dinner. I thought, "Okay let it be.. I'll continue with my diary later on. It's dinner time anyway."
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