To pintu as we know him by this name only!
It’s our day today.
Only two years elder than me but behaves like ten years.
Falls under the category of joyful and charming. He is kindness personified.
An ultimate solver of my problems.
Bent on teasing me, annoying me and giving me various names.
Some times it feels he never discerns me. But I’m wrong. He recognizes me, discerns my reactions, my habits, my attitudes and my behaviors!
He knows and is aware of my victory and my failure as well. But never will he say. Never will he praise.
Letting me realize.
Calling me up to inform about his arrival at night 12’o clock. He has always been thoughtful, “no worries. She will be reading at that time. She will open the door. "
I know what hurts him. He knows what hurts me.
Has the guts to provide me with truth.
Darling to our family.
Letting me become aware of my mistakes.
Teases with the same saying, “I’m really worried about your husband. How will he survive? We will have to listen to his complaints.’’
The only person whom I can never see crying.
We quarrel some times, beat each other. His hand bleeds due to my nails and the same dialogue is always spoken by him, “you are my younger sister so I led you go.’’
He considers me a bookish- fellow. I’m not really. Arguing with me for remaining far away from being live. At heart he regrets. He should not have told me but never hesitates to scold me.
It takes me time to be with someone.
All of sudden comes to me to tell, “you are live but with the people of your own world only!'' Indeed he is so live. I insist him on his teaching me to be live more.
Irrespective of his total absence in the home when I’m doing something, peets out from the window of my room in balcony to threaten me!
We tend to laugh at " desi forward people’’. We make fun of them and laugh at once together but at heart we feel only love for them. We have never hurted anyone rather show them possibilities.
I never bear anything of him in my mind but I’m accustomed to bear the realization in mind which has come due to him.
For me he stands for liveliness!
Coming to me to let me notice his new look, pretending that he doesn’t want to show but can’t conceal his intention. I know, he wants me to notice and we laugh at once together.
Having a perfect business mind but never applies it in his relations.
He has nothing to do with examination or tension but goes on visiting me during my exams to see if I’m not in depression or haven’t turned puzzled. After completion of my exams comes to me to ask, “fail? Tension not!” But at heart he wonders if I’m not grief stricken.
He loves me more than my mother.
Never will he say. But I just know it. He is my cousin- more than Chintu Vora.
We believe,” let not injustice be given to life. It’s been given once to live it.’’
We are not the children of NRI. We don’t belong to star family but we are known by our relation and intimacy.
We try to find happiness in every little moment. We just grab it. We never miss it. We embrace. We express. We love. We live. We don’t find pleasures but we snatch out them; many a times welcome them warmly which seem to have slipped back into somewhere.
Having two mothers, two fathers and two brothers is my gift. I’m lucky! Aren’t I? Have been having an identity of “an only child girl!’’
It was my day today! Cheers.
— with Nisarg Vora.
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