Yesterday was an April fool’s day. My sister tries several tricks to make me a fool on April 1st. I forget my mobile at home that saved me from being hoodwinked. I went home and saw her message that says “Happy Birthday” :). I navigated several websites and went through the orkut profile where I found that my “college love” got married recently. I am happy, a bit sad but this is not April fool news!
I understand you are not familiar with my sister. My sister Anjali is a beautiful girl, a bit childish and sensitive who loves me a lot. Her interest lies in clothes and traveling. We used to quarrel whole day when we were at home but now I miss her and her mischievous conduct.
(My sister Anjali)
The quarreling used to start with television serials. I still remember that she liked some cartoons named “Dora” and “Power puff girls” which were merely puppet shows in my view. The victim of our quarrel was the TV remote control that used to fall and rise several times from the tiled floor. The only cartoon we enjoyed together was “Tom and Jerry”. I liked action movies whereas she was happy with comedy movies. My mother wasted half of her energy shouting at both of us and now complaints about the absence she experiences when I am far from home.
Everyday my father used to bring eatables when he returned from his office. Each item had to be shared equal as my sister would always compare the shares before they are divided. She never complained if I get a small piece or equal share but would start a quarrel if things are vice versa. Our choices were opposite in some cases as she like to eat spicy foods and I loved sweet dishes.
I remember the last time when my sister and my mother visited Kerala during her vacations and her eyes filled with tears on the departure. She said that she misses me at home and everything appears boring. She says that now she has complete control of TV and nothing has to be shared but she is never satisfied with what she is enjoying now.
I was also a teacher for her; a strict teacher. I used to teach her mathematics and she would get a pinch for every wrong calculation she made carelessly. She always made some mistakes and the final result of teaching session will be her loud cries.
Her favorite childhood dialogue was “amme njyan ini enthu chaiyana”( Mom, what should I do next). If she decides for something she would leave people after getting that accomplished. This habit prevailed from her childhood, when she was a baby and would sit on the ground crying and beating her legs until the thing she wished was granted. Now things have changed and she has become more matured but the incidents still prevail in my memories.
Our quarrel was in words and slight pushing but we never had a cat dog fight. I remember my friend Utsav who came to college with scratches on his face. We thought that it was due to his encounter with some cat but later came to know it was a result of the quarrel between him and his sister. I was really astonished to see the love both had for each other.
I hope all sisters and brothers quarrel and they may be even severe than Utsav and his sister but their love from each other is unquantifiable and extreme.