This blog is devoted to the love of my younger sister who is very sweet. Now the time has changed. She is married and well settled in her own family and I am busy with my work here in my own city. But there is one thing that is still the same as we were 9 and that is our love that we share equally in our relationship. Let me take you to our past life. When we were small we used to have fights even on the smallest issues ranging from tv episodes to the extra samosa which used to left every time in the end when guests departed. I may forget everything else but can never forget that fight which we used to have on the TV remote right after returning home after school it was really a trouble for mom to handle. And so I remember that dad made this rule the one who snaps away the remote first would get an opportunity to watch the tv for half an hour and from that day onwards we started having the race to decide who will reach to the remote first after returning home.
Those were really nice days but now things have changed a little although we met almost every weekend but now we dont fight on small issues. Although now we have some new characters in the story which play this fighting role. I am talking about my daughter and her son. As the old generation turns old the newer ones prosper and this scenario is so beautiful to be seen by our own eyes. We have seen our childhood and now we stand watching ourselves as adults and soon we may also see ourselves growing old when time would become restless and we will be sitting together on those chairs we used to play on but now sitting there waiting for the lives to turn off upon us.
People may say that death is a thing of great horror, people may say that they are affraid of the death but the reality is living a lovely life with my loved ones gives me far more strength that I can hug death and say I had have more than enough thanks for this opportunity we know as life.
Life is so beautiful if you have good relationships.With this I am signing out of this blog but not before saying “People are born and they may die, but never pitty the dead, always pitty the living.”