Holding their tender hands, I walked on the grassy meadows. Million stories, countless pranks, infinite dreams, unfold as we walked hand in hand. It seems bit of mystifying when I turn back to see that it is been more than 25yrs holding those hands, eventually those hands grew they got wisdom as well but the grip has constantly become tighter and the bond has grown stronger. They are my sisters, my little angels whom I admit to be the only souls have come along with me this far. All the sweet laughter, all the naughty cries, all those cranky pranky childhood lingers sweetly in my mind to resonate the fact that my life has been wonderful and I am blessed to be loved by angels.
And today a nostalgic morning shook me and woke me up from this dream and made me realize it’s time to let go and to see them make that wonderful flight. Yes it’s beautiful to see my angels fly high, it feels good to see them leave my hands to hold the hands of love of their life, but somewhere deep down inside a possessive big sister finds it difficult to let go. I am sure it’s just not me everybody at this moment reading this post remembers that prick of letting go their siblings.
A gush of memories of those good times, beautiful smiles, tears of joy, moments of glory, warmth of hug, and all these years spent with my little angels is like a wonderful music which is now making me sway to the tunes of life. And with little abstinence I am now ready to see that flight as they become beautiful brides of worthy Prince charms. I know that the bond still continues and the fun times will be 100 folds but this little crib is only to portray the bond between siblings. I am sure everybody can relate to this melancholy of mine. I am not surprised if your eyes are moist remembering your darling sisters or daughters bid bye to start their new life.
P.S: This post is made to wish my cousin Navya and my sister Ranjana on their wedding in the month of November. ;) And also to tell you all that what is keeping me busy!!!