Always

You are my mom, sister, enemy, 
and will always be a friend. 
You will always be the only one never forgotten. 
Through thick and thin, 
we were always together even if we didn’t always want to be. 

You showed me the most compassion when less expected. 
I love you and went to you when I knew I shouldn’t have, 
and then I suffered the consequences, 
but so did you.

You've always been there,
making sure I was o.k.
The one that helped me be,
the kind of person I am today.
I'll never be able to repay you,
for all that you have done for me.
Knowing that I'd need someone,
when I'd fall and scrape my knee.


You are my big sister,
one that I admire most.
I will always be thankful,
having a sister like you makes me boast.
Not to mention those times,
when boys were boys.
And you were always the first one,
to help me regain my poise.
You were my mom, sister, enemy, 
and will always be a friend 
because blood will always be thicker than water. 
You are my blood, part of me, 
and I love you for that.


Now you're getting married,
and your life will soon be complete.
But I will always come to you,
whenever I feel defeat.

So this is my attempt,
at thanking you for what you've done.

my sister :)
 

To My Marshmallow

How do I feel when I am with you?

Lovely.

Complete.

Protected.

Special.

Content.

What do you do to make me feel this way?

At times, something.

Most of the times, nothing at all.

I just feel that way coz I love you and I can sense your love if not directly experience it at a given moment.

I just put my head on your shoulder and I forget all the worries and sorrows in the world.

Cuddled in your arms, I hear your heart beating against my palm, and time comes to a standstill.

I can’t stop smiling as I look at you coz I’m struck by the fact that I love you like crazy.

And I think of the way you look at me, and I know you love me too…

Isn’t it beautiful, this thing that we have?

So what if we fight? So what if there are times when we can’t bear each other? So what if we’ve often contemplated going our separate ways?

We’re still together… Still going strong…

You have the power to make me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you can also make me feel stupid and helpless. I effortlessly label you a complete jerk, and my trust in you can help you move mountains.

If not love, what is it?

We’re both learning. We’re both growing. As individuals and a couple. And there’s tons more to come. A zillion more experiences in the wings, waiting for us to embrace them and come out stronger.

Closer.

Inseparable.

The simplest of things that I do with you become my most cherished moments.

The way you tease me and I poke fun at your mannerisms and habits. The funny things we say to each other in fights and tricky situations… It’s all so adorable.

Unforgettable.

I love you.

Will it last?

I think so.

Relations die. Love never does.

So what if you irritate me by acting silly? So what if I stress you by asking for more than you think you can do? So what if we want to pull out each others’ hair for crazy reasons?

We’re still together…

And I know we can live through this.

Isn’t that what love is all about?

True, things won’t be exciting all the time. There will be times when we think we’re better off alone.

But are we?

Am I?

Not when I think of the beautiful memories you’ve given me.

Are you?

(You’re definitely not, if you ask me. You’d wreck your life if you were allowed to do your own thing.)

I can visualize our perfect life together. Where you don’t feel lonely, and I don’t feel detached and forgotten. Where we both know that we’re meant to be. Happy and faithful. Together. Till death do us apart.

It won’t be easy. Nobody said it would be.

But together we’ll do just fine.

Trust me.

(And mend your ways before I flog you!)

Love.

That unlikely father...

He played with me.
He tied my laces for me.
He helped me get over with my leg pains.
He told me stories at bed time.

My father was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.

A father beside me…always willing to answer my weirdest questions, at any hour in the night.
I was a lost, dreamy kid who got the wildest dreams in the whole universe. But of course, my father was always there, when I used to suddenly wake up at odd hours, and cry out to him.
He was interested in knowing what had troubled me, and then I would blurt it out to him, about how a cow had threatened me to snatch away my food and force me to gulp down its dry bread crumbs in exchange.
It didn't really bother me how he reacted to my tantrums, but the fact that he used to bear with them all, was enough.

He used to buy me ice-cream whenever I asked for them. And of course, our outings were incomplete without a snack or two…
Life seemed perfect with my father.


Mom was there obviously, but that was different. With dad, it was always, all about me. What I like, what I love, who I like, who I adore.

THE most important part of my life. He was all that mattered to me.

And one day, he just vanished.
(Barnita Haldar )