Those little moments!

I chose her name. I know I was five minutes late, and some other relative told the same name before me, but I was excited, and ran up four flights of stairs to the room and shouted it aloud. I think she even smiled.

I took her to her very first class. I remember a lot of colored chairs in her playroom class… red, blue, green, yellow, white… she wasn’t very eager. I sat on a green chair, very small for me and she, in a red one, next to me. I held her hand, waited till she settled in. I would have stayed the whole day if I had to.

It was my birthday. I went to each classroom to give chocolates to teachers. When I went to her class, she smiled and waved at me. I remember her teacher smiling too, as I went to her and put a chocolate in her hand. I remember her doing the same on her birthday too, when she came to my class to give the sweets.

I remember the first time she tied that thread on my hand. I didn’t know what it meant. Other kids used to do it. So I thought she wanted to do it too. Every year, on a day in August, she tied a thread on my hand. I still have most of those colorful rakhis. I treasure that day in August each year, though many do feel a thread doesn’t represent being siblings.

It was our obsession when we were little, badminton. I was coached by my neighbors. I coached her. We played till we were tired. I used to make her run about, while she cribbed about it. But she learned well, and I’m proud of that. We never cared for winning; we’d just play for the heck-of-it.

I remember once returning back from school, when I raced another friend with her sitting on my bicycle’s bag stand. She held on tight, and we were happy when we won. We’d even race in the rain when we could.

I remember those moments when we’d catch up while looking at the stars. We’d just go on to our terrace, and just chat. Even after I completed my schooling, she’d talk to me about our teachers. We’d wish our favorite teacher on her birthday. Sometimes we’d talk about Maths, or Geography.

We never celebrated Diwali properly. When we did, we’d burst crackers together, or watch the rockets from our terrace. We set off a rocket for the first time, together. The bottle wasn’t heavy enough and it nearly went into a neighbor’s window. Nearly! I think that was our last time setting off a rocket too.

Twenty years have passed since my sister became a part of my life. There are many memories with her that are close to me. They are all very little moments, but each one of them is a priceless part of my life.

After all, sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Shared with Write Tribe (Prompt: The Smallest Things).

(June 28th, 2013)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

40 thoughts on “Those little moments!”

  1. Beautiful memories penned beautifully…loved all the moments you shared..race,birthdays each had a special memory attached with it.I can relate to a lot of things..very close to my sister and my time spent with her is something I will always cherish!!

  2. I wish I was your sister. Lucky girl!

    Yes, the smallest moments are the most cherished. I have an elder sister…we did very different things together, like sneaking in some TV time when parents were out.. and yes she is my life because of all those small moments we had… 😉

  3. I could echo and be a part of every little small thing in here, since my little brother was born and he has been my life.. ahh the joy of a sibling… mm.. you have brought back truck loads of memories.. 🙂 🙂

    Lvved it, Leos..

  4. This was just so beautiful. I have a younger brother, who is my life. I know exactly what you’re talking about. Thanks for this lovely write up about your sister. 🙂

  5. Wow! Such sweet beautiful moments 🙂
    I find so cute in reading them and you actually lived those moments… Precious!!
    your sis is so lucky to have such a dear caring bhaiya 🙂 🙂

    My best wishes to you and sweet sister 🙂

  6. I apologize for commenting so rarely when I read almost all your post, but this one brought me out of my lazy bubble. Simple and sweet, and sisters are the best.

  7. You and your sis share a ‘special relationship’ and it is beyond words.Nice and simple post full of love.

  8. Dear Leo, you are such a shweeeet brother, I could actually pull your cheeks right now.. U reminded me of my younger brother… he usually keeps to himself ..but has the virtues that would put any suitor to shame.. He understands without words..seems spaced out but is a genius beyond measure.. I wish I be a better sister looking at you.. Truly humbling post ^~^

    • LOL, Dee! 😀 Please spare my not-so-chubby freckled cheeks 😉

      Glad you could understand the post’s emotions and that you also dote on your brother 🙂 You already are a great sister I think, maybe just you don’t know it 😀

  9. Such a lovely post, Vinay! Even Siddharth named his younger brother. And how wonderful are siblings. I completely dote on my sister and brother. A post that had memories that all of us could really connect with.

  10. I just love the innocence that hides and giggles behind every word 🙂 It is something that can never be faked and so, you truly flaunt it here 🙂 Keep writing and making all of us smile 🙂 Lovely read 🙂

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