SISTER

SISTER

We grew up together wearing each others dresses, using each others note books and playing with each others dolls. Irrespective of our age difference, sometimes we fought like enemies, sometimes we gelled up like close ones and sometimes we confided our secrets to each other like best friends. We were inseparable, we still are. When she went to school, I cried and begged to sit with her in her class. When she did paintings, put make up, styled her hair, I always wanted to copy her. She is my ideal. She is my mentor. She is my confidante. She is my idol. Now that she is married, it’s only our memories that envelope me. The room, the bed, the home is so vacant without her. The walls look pale so as the plants in our garden, as if they too are missing her. She is my sister, my sunshine.