Rakhi :)

Well, this is the second time that my dearest sister features in this blog… but I wanted to and I had to…!

Today is one of my most favorite days of the year… Rakshabandhan … when the relationship between brother and sister is strengthened more…

It is the celebration of brothers and sisters. It is one festival that primarily belongs to the North and Western regions of India but celebrated throughout the country with the same verve. Regional celebrations may be different but Rakshabandhan has become an integral part of those customs.As per the traditions, the sister on this day prepares the pooja thali with diya, roli, chawal and rakhis. She worships the deities, ties Rakhi to the brother and wishes for their well being. The brother in turn acknowledges the love with a promise to be by the sisters’ side through the thick and thin and gives her a token gift.



The festival has been celebrated in the same way with the same traditions for centuries. Only the means have changed with the changing lifestyles. This too to make the celebrations more elaborate. This is the day that still pulls the siblings together. The increasing physical distances evoke the desire to be together even more. They try to reach out to each other on the Rakshabandhan day. The joyous meeting, the rare family get-together, that erstwhile feeling of brotherhood and sisterhood calls for a massive celebration.

Formalities aside, I cherish this day a lot. Not that I love my sister any less on the other days but on this day I love her a lot more. I acknowledge that love she always gives me and the promise I take is true and I mean to stand by it. My sister means the world to me and more.

I look at my Rakhi with pride and wait for this day every year. I have 10 of them with me already, which she tied to my wrist in the last ten years, and 10 years later I intend to have 20 with me…

Dedicated to my dearest sister Anu… love you a lot da…!!!!

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