Clock shows: 12.45pm / Date:02Feb13
Singlehood ends in: 24 hours
Shakespeare Idioms Used: Cruel to be Kind, Come what come may
After a good half an hour of crying, I am determined to get ready. After all, it’s my day- my Big Day- the day I’ve been looking forward to- since the last ten months. To be more specific, since our engagement.
I go to my room, and see my sister all happy and chirpy. I’m again feeling an emotional rush and I’m almost in the verge of tears.
We are the typical sisters- though we look poles apart. She is tall, I’m short; she is calm and I’m hyper active; she is sensible and I’m impulsive and do things which are out of the world. Our clothes never fit for one another. Neither do our shoes. Well, thank God for that! So, we never had those girly fights. But yes, we fight!! Fight as if one would end up dead. Again I’m the villain here. I used to even say things like, “I wish I never see you again..” Ya, I know, I can be nasty. I did not like being firm with her, but at times I had to be cruel to be kind.
But now, as I’m hit by our childhood memories, I feel sad. She is a true companion in all my deeds- good, bad or naughty. She is my secret keeper, my adviser and my everything. She is the one who tells me to let go of things I can’t control. She is the one who says I deserve much more than what I choose for, that I should never lower my standards. And…now…. I may not see her again for another year or so. I’m getting married to an Army officer and God knows what’s in store for me. I miss her already.
I try not to look in her eyes. Come what come may, I have to keep calm. So I simply say, “I’m gonna take a bath and when I’m back, keep my stuffs ready- my jewelry, my saree and other things for the evening reception ceremony. Oh yeah, plug in my hair straightener. You wear your outfit too. I’ll have your make up done”.
And then I’m off to take a bath.
P.S: Yes, I love bossing around her. 🙂
As I stand beneath the shower,
droplets tickling through my spa-treated bod,
Tears drop down my cheeks.
Wish I was that lil’ girl
holding Mom’s hand, running around
without a care in the world
I should not have grown up,
to face this mad, bad world,
to move apart from my family
only to start one of my own.
“God, please make this alright.
Let he be the man I dreamt of
Caring and affectionate, devoted and kind.”
With a smile on my face
I decide to let go of the worries and agonies.
‘Written for the A-Z challenge 2015′