As a kid in a boarding school, Rakshabandhan was not very exciting. Three days before Rakshabandhan, we would start receiveing rakhis in our mails. The teachers would tie the rakhis on our hands.
Later, if the rakhis came off, we;d ask our friends to tie them back for us with a slight warning, ‘You have to protect me,ok?’
I never got into the habit of gifting anything on Rakshabandhan and still do not gift my sister anything. I think its unfair. You tie a rakhi worth 50 bucks and expect a gift worth 500 !
Moreover, its because me and my sister’s equation has never been one in which I have to protect her or anything. On the contrary, it is she who takes care of me all the time.
We are not very close to each other. My years at the hostel, my demented parents and numerous fights caused us to drift apart.
I do not believe in social bonds. Family, marriage, relatives. It all seems like a compulsion to me. I lived alone for a few years because I felt I did not need a family around me. I now live with them because I like their company.
My sister is an exceptionally talented person. It’s only because of my mom, an educated but ideologically backward woman who didn’t think it was important to encourage a daughter’s talents,that she never got to pursue any of her talents.
She’s a painter. Initially, she was sent to accompany me as I could not cross the road alone. The art teacher soon noticed that she had a talent and I did not. Sadly, she was asked to stop the classes once she reached 9th standard. She sketches, paints my T-shirts for me, helps me with my posters, gives me ideas for my work and blogs. She also teaches basic education and dance to children of poor families on Sundays.
All of her childhood was spent in either pandering to my parents’ wishes or my tantrums during my holidays. In the time when girls play with dolls and miniature kitchen sets, her days were spent witnessing fights between my parents. No wonder there’s still a child in her.
As a kid, she was always honest. I was a natural when it came to lying. But she was always honest. After getting whacked, she would tell me with great pride, ‘At least I spoke the truth’.
I was very happy lying and getting away, Thank You very much !
There was an incident that had occurred in our childhood. She had taken the money needed to pay her school fees. For some strange reason, she had kept the money in her tiffin box. As she was having her tiffin and playing in the school grounds, a cow came and ate up her tiffin and the notes of currency as well.
Of course no one believed her.Some truths are even more stranger than fiction than others !
She was always bringing stray pups and kitten from the school in her bag.The kitten would later be given absurd names like ‘Jyothi’ or ‘Sai Deepthi’ by her.
She is actually the man of the house. She runs our family. Changing the lights and fans, fixing the cylinders, shopping for grocery, and cooking. She’s perfect sister material.
As a kid, she was cute and cherubic. My parents loved her but hated each other so much that they overlooked her interests and wishes as a child.
An uncle of mine had noticed her as a chirpy kid who was always making people smile and nick-named her ‘Titli’. She’s a butterfly alright, one whose wings were clipped.