And so we married her off..
Are you a younger sister?
If yes, let me begin by saying, you are incredibly lucky,
and you sure as hell know that! I too am a younger sister. And for quite some time,
I suffer from a phobia science is yet to baptize.
So.. you little sissy,
either you have already undergone
this agony, or you are about to. I call it the fear of sharing your elder sister
more than you are prepared to, fear of marrying her off!
This isn’t the fear that comes because an old masi says :”Beta,
ab to teri bari hai” nay, this is way more traumatizing.
If all the younger sisters in the world, were to sit down
and think…I mean Really THINK , of the countless times their elder sisters have
put their ass on the line, out of sheer love, we’ll know how absolutely
heartless, rude, greedy little devils we have been!
She was always there no matter what! This was the irrefutable
design of things. You could be as demonic as you wanted to, she was there to
smuggle the best of things from life and give you, with zero expectations. You
loved her, OBVIOUSLY, but it wasn’t ever needed to be told, was it? Nehh..
She kept all your secrets, while you definitely sold some of
hers, or at least tortured her you will, be honest!
She always got you back, when you stood with your feet in
your mouth in front of your parents!
She was there those nights at home, alongside you when you couldn’t
sleep. Elder sisters have a way, even
something as simple as : “C’mon , out with it!” can make you spill those beans
you hid deep in your gut.
So, how do you, little sister begin to imagine a life, with
her gone?
It’s just the saddest truth, to be made peace with, the
chance to maybe redeem yourself for being so satanic.
My elder sister is going to be married. Imagine seeing this
through a kaleidoscope, the glittery dress you are SOOO going to wear,
the saying “ meri didi ki shadi” 100
times a day every day months in advance to random people, just because in some weird
way its titillating, Your being the brides best maid, and it goes on..
But then those shapes fade, with one single horrifying
thought, when you go home next time, she won’t be there in bed alongside you.
So If your elder sister is getting married folks, and you
suffer depression, as a result of your unparalleled greed
for her presence in your life (you had no idea where it came from, I
mean C’mon! She is YOUR elder sister , there’s no expiry date to that!) worry you not, for its totally normal!
Begin your vindication, for the most special bride, there’s
ever going to be! Try to be a shadow of what she has been naturally. (even when she was 4, and had those ridiculous looking fountain
ponytails ,on the very top of her head, she was still the perfect elder sister!
Beat that if you can...)
For all the elder sisters in the world, your younger ones haven’t
told you how much they love you, only because it’s impossible to vocalise. It’s
just impossible to express.
If words could steal, I would write enough to steal you from
every guy on the planet, thank fully they don’t.
Having said this, let’s keep calm and wed our sisters people!
