And We Kissed Our Sisterhood...

About the Author: Shikha Jain is a student of literature and Mass Communications from Mats University , Raipur.

She has a forte for writing in English and have also written some beautiful pieces. You can send your feed backs to shikha at shikha_jain13@hotmail.com

With this, I would like to celebrate the lifelong bond of sisterhood. Although, I and Riddhi do not share this special connection through genes but our heartbeat was always one.

There is no doubt the stormy relationship I and Riddhi shared when we were six and seven respectively and it continued for a decade. In between those years, she has also been my most formidable opponent. The degree to which we’ve fought, I’ve been rude to her or hated her could be more than the hottest days of Rajasthan.

And she’s the most girl-iest person I know.

I have always envied her just because she had far more Barbie dolls than I have ever had!

The kind of life that she shared with me has truly been a roller coaster for her.

Handling my mood swings; going from serious to crazy in a blink.

Accepting my behavior; From being friendly to utterly adamant and stubborn.

From sharing those cherry lip sticks to long pink plastic nails,

From that dress up princess games to stealing tattoos, chocolates and chalks,

From being dumped into the bath-tub to drinking mocktails in wine glasses,

From foolishly dancing on the rooftop to organizing karaoke night,

From laughing till our stomach aches to crying down our khols,

From hiring our personal photographer to flaunting our dresses on embarrassing ramp,

From dreaming to own one Mustang to go on the road trip to Goa.

From imagining us married to super hot and uber rich guys to then taking divorce and marrying each other!

Since childhood she had very few close friends but used to talk to every possible individual.

She has always tried to stay close despite the distance. And days we could cuddle upto were either on any occasion like, Rakshabandhan, New Years’ eve or during summer holidays.

Those were “the days”, I must say!

My house is hustling bustling with ‘n’ number of kids from every possible city and from across the seas i.e.  Canada.

And we all have always been so engulfed within ourselves..

Dawn ends up by seeing us being tangled in each others arms which forma a chain saying, “united we stand

divided we fall”.

Noon never gets bored because it could'nt seek for any one of us and every day’s evening kept us hidden.

Moonlit terrace with cozy bed - rolls made every story on screen pretty interesting and lovely!

Even stars kept staring at us all night, winking and smiling at our melodious talks,

giggles and our special bond.

And, we could'nt miss even a single

card to win any game of our lives.

The only dream we all had was to feel the very first  raindrops on our scintillating skin and to be blessed with raw mangoes with a bit of chilly all over it.  Later, we termed it as a ‘blissful ignorance’ for the outside world.

Whenever we planned to eat out she would always say ‘mein ghar par daal chawal khaungi, and you guys go out for pizzas and burgers.’ But then, she would tag along.

At dinner, we always ordered zillion dishes, but our dinner was never complete without a cup of ice-cream that we all would share.

That’s why one single delicate thread binds us all.

This girl, is very well versed with every bit of me and still so in love with me.

I’ve always been a part of all her future dreams.

And also, been her favorite little sister.

So at this moment, I would rather say that I can’t make it through life without a sister like ‘Riddhi’.

We have made so many mistakes and we’ve also been strayed for that. From the straight and narrow.

Oh, we wish we had obeyed.

But that feeling lasted only for a while.

We influence each other during our life’s most defining moments;

From providing wise counsel during our first crush,

To subsequent comfort after the breakup,

And, to refuse to reveal intimate secrets to parents or friends.

We are learning to forget the fear, that comes from a troubled sky.

We are almost happy over here, but sometimes we wake up at night and cry.

In short, being with her my happiness redefines and she adds a meaning to my life, which is worth living!

I can go on writing for pages about the memories of our life but not all memories are to be shared. We want to treasure a few for future so that every time we are sad, we open a new page and the smile automatically shines on us. Even though we do not live under the same roof, act in the same manner or even get along without an occasional spat, but nothing creates a more special and lasting bond than sisterhood..which  we’ve already kissed!