As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on 1st September and will go on till
September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of
them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and
I hold them very close.
Sisters -
Unfortunately
I am not blessed with a real sister, but I am blessed to be born in joint
family where I have three. One is my paternal uncle’s daughter and two others
are daughters of my two paternal aunts’. One paternal aunt stays in my own town
so that way two of my sisters were always around. But it was the Diwali and summer
vacations that I always looked forward to when all we siblings used to come
together and have a gala time. We had our days planned well in advance. We used
to play cards, dumb shears, and many other indoor games and they were no mug
with cricket either. But the best time was our night rides. We used to hop on
to our bikes and go around the town and visit the river side and take a long
trip on the highway. It was sheer fun and the three were actually the musketeers.
When together they were a bundle of latent energy about to burst. They would
break into impromptu jigs followed by boisterous laughter for the silliest
things they spot while on a ride and that would cringe the passerby. A mere burp
or fart sounds would trigger them and they would start laughing raucously,
which more often than not would land us in trouble with the offended person. They
were a crazy bunch and alongwith us the combination would become lethal. We would
get stringent pocket money, which was very little and so we never had much to
spend, but that was never a problem. We would enjoy a lot within our
limitations as each other’s company would compensate for everything else.
