….that 14 year old girl.
I had no idea what ‘writers block’ was until I tried this post. I had thought of several ways of putting this across, but each time I start, I end up going nowhere. Probably, it is tough to write about someone very close. But I have written about my family and also about my best friend and why is it that I haven’t experienced the same so called block then (Wait, I am deviating from what I am supposed to write once again!)
Well, I guess the reason could be because Ramya is my family and also my friend. We got close during one of her vacations at my place when she was 14 year old . Till then, we knew each other’s existence as first cousins. Moreover, I have always thought of her as an over smart complaint box who behaves most of the time like an absolute pest and wasn’t interested in talking to her whenever we used to meet. But that particular vacation changed everything for both of us. I never knew what it would be like to have a Sister. She was the only child for her parents and she was also looking up to us (me and my bro) as her own siblings. The term ‘cousin’ was not applicable for us anymore; we used to behave like children who shared the same parents.
We used to do masti, sing songs (our fav being Ey,Kya bolti tu), fight with each other, nag each other and be each others emotional punching bag all the time. Together we were a terror and created havoc at home (Btw, her favorite time pass was to clean my comb every time she visited and I don’t even have to ask her to do it). Later on, it turned out to be that we started staying in the same city and we were more than happy for each other.
Ramya is more than a sister to me. She is someone who tolerated all my craziness, spoke for me and against all those who criticise me, defended all my antics, someone who would burst out in tears even if anything silly happened to me!!! How I wish I get hold of a time machine now !
Fortunately or unfortunately, things are not the same now for both of us; cant blame anyone. Priorities have changed; everyone needs to move on with his or her own life. Though miles apart, I am sure both of us would be there for each other forever. But there are times when I wish if my mobile screen could flash “ Pengalooty* calling” along with that special ringtone, for I really miss that 14 year old girl who wept with joy when I sang :
Phoolon ka taaron ka sabka kehna hain,
Ek hazaaron mein, meri behna hain,
Saari umar hamein sang rehna hain………………….
* Pengalooty – little sister
This was how she looked like during that vacation; inspired from Kajol of KKHH (she never agrees and tells its vice versa). This picture was infact sketched and signed by that 14 year old girl herself!