I AM warning you for the last time, if you ever display your mother Teresa nature for others, I will stop talking to you, after five minutes, she comes and hugs me from behind and plants a kiss on my forehead! NO, I am not talking about my mother; these words are often reminded to me by my sister who thinks that there is not even a single human soul existing on this planet! When it comes to me, she makes it sure that any person who makes contact with me is a pure and ethereal soul! She wants to keep me away from the contamination! She wants to keep me away from the vampires and wolves in the garb of humans that is why I call her my tertiary mumma! Whenever I receive a call from her, I prepare myself for a good hearing that she routinely serves me, either because I am too generous or kind when it comes to helping others, Azra, I understand your caring nature, but you do not know about the meanness of this society, they use people and throw them away like trash! Please learn to be assertive. The world knows me as a writer, but she knows me as a simple struggling girl, she knows even the deepest, darkest, scariest and brightest parts of me! A guide, a teacher, a mentor, a friend, a philosopher, a partner in crime, a sister, a brother and sometimes a mother, all in one!!
I had a very troubled childhood, I was a very unsociable girl, I never made friends and tried to escape social gatherings, but she was the one, who used to feign sickness and stay back with me so that we could have some quality time with each other, she was a very strict teacher when it came to my studies. She used to conduct weekly tests for me and even my pseudo stomach ache could not rescue me from her beating! But, it all paid me in the long run and I owe my success to her. She knew my problem zones and harnessed my inner potential! She was a strict teacher and a lovely sister at the same time, she knew the perfect balance of relations, and she was a lucky charm of my life and adjusted the sails of my life according to the storms! I remember facing some issues with my health and how she nursed me with tender love and care; she used to sing me lullabies till I closed my eyes and silently slept in her lap! She used to tell me all those Cinderella stories whenever I wanted to hear them!
With the passage of time, the equation got much deeper, the bond grew much stronger, and the love got more unconditional! The silly stories, the gossip stories, the sensitive discussions, the daily doses of sarcasm, the yummy tiffs and the gorgeous smiles were exchanged! We grew together, we lived together, and we breathed together! The choices I make are filtered by the wishes of my sister, the people I talk to are approved by her, the acquaintances I make are selected by her, not because I am a poor decision maker, but, she is a perfect decision maker! A perfect guide and a perfect friend! On her birthday, I cannot give her any present because she is miles away from me, I cannot hug her, so I want to hug her with my words and pay a simple gratitude to all her slot that she did for me. I want to wrap up by writing that I cannot offer you much, but I love you more than any living person existing on this earth.
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