I'M NOT NEXT!

Here’s the catch, the last post was a little too touchy touchy, got my sis a bit sentimental too. Let me just try a little bit of comedy (at my expense though). After my sister’s marriage and departure, I seem to be getting noticed by every family member, relative, and friend as the next in the ‘line’..(And you know what line these people mean!)

Ageing aunties, old uncles and even my sister’s friends gave me that ‘wicked’ smile when the sacred thread was tied around my sister’s neck and later commented ‘’un route ippo clear’’! (Wow…what a joke!) And just like my friend told,’’route’’, what a metaphor!

It’s not just these relatives who cook up these silly things, my mom isn’t far behind. She looks at the marriage video, sheds a drop or two, turns towards me and immediately touches the emotional chord…”In a few years even you’ll also leave me and go….”

Oh man..how many times do I remind my mother that I’m in 1^st year with just 4 months gone by….duh… she’ll never understand!

An outsider the other day while discussing the marriage with my mom asked me (not again L ), ‘’akka US poita, nee enga poga pora, UK va”?? Both he and my mom started laughing and I was staring at him like an idiot, not knowing what to say. I gave a pathetic smile (was that a smile?) and glared at my mother.

Oh boy, people are never going to change…and yeah..

Comedy is just not my thing!!

Saying goodbye....

I spent 18 years, 2 months and 6 days with her. And then, it was time for her to leave. The feeling still takes time to sink it. I can’t believe she’s not here. When I see her clothes, her earrings, her old sandals..I’m filled with a feeling of deep emptiness. She’s someone who’s always been there next to me when I needed her the most. Right from saving me from mom’s scoldings, to consoling me when I scored bad marks( that was almost always ), my sister was my savior and supporter always. And now, after her marriage, its weird how things have sort of come to a standstill. The house is quiet; mom and I are actually forcing time to pass and trying to give each other company.

Isn’t it in a way unfair that it’s the girl who always has to leave the parent’s home? She’s now in a place that one can’t even visit easily. Why did US have to be so far away and so inaccessible? Silly…never thought of this before! Lol..

I see her photo’s daily, and convincing myself that I’ll get over this soon. I remember how I forced myself not to cry in the airport but ultimately ended up crying first. It’s funny how we don’t realize the importance of something or someone when they are near you…I can’t express how much I miss her, but in a way I’m happy for her. After all, it had to happen sometime. I can’t think of anything more to describe this feeling.

I miss you so much sujju….but

Life goes on…doesn’t it?