"I crave those nights of power cuts when we stepped outside our rooms to search for the constellations we had read about in our science book. We talked about how the Earth struggled all day to find its exact position at night so that... 'so that the moon and stars could listen to us,' I interrupted. She smiled as I giggled. " You can wipe that silly grin off your face!" she added while patting on my head.
I crave those stories now; to me, they were the best bedtime stories of all time.
But then, what I crave even more are those evenings when you held my hand and pulled me along to take me home, as the sun said goodbye, while your little sister still wanted to play.
The morning prayers at school felt so special because you sang the anthem holding the mic. If only you realized that a little girl was watching you in awe, mesmerized by you.
I look for those eyes that looked upon me when I was nervous on stage but recited my poetry in standard 3, because of that familiar face smiling at me and stood 1st prize!
The most awaited Sundays were spent so well because you were there, sitting next to me, watching Duck Tales, Hercules, and Mickey Mouse. I sigh, wishing I could go back to those days again. I would have focused more on the beauty of those moments. I would have loved you even more if I had known I’d only get to see you once a year—if only!
The most awaited Sundays were spent so well because you were there, sitting next to me, watching Duck Tales, Hercules, and Mickey Mouse. I sigh, wishing I could go back to those days again. I would have focused more on the beauty of those moments. I would have loved you even more if I had known I’d only get to see you once a year—if only!
The summer vacations, when we had a mango eating competition and spent our afternoons watching Tarang, reading comics and discovered new science crafts
Most of all...I crave for that sound of your laughter, that is still music to my ears....and that look in your eyes that never fails to say how much you care.
It has been so long since you held my hand and crossed the road. "C'mon! grow up now!", you say I know , but I am still your little sister who craves for your attention. I wish I could ask you one more time that the day is closing, take me home...just pull my hand and take me home!
It has been so long since you held my hand and crossed the road. "C'mon! grow up now!", you say I know , but I am still your little sister who craves for your attention. I wish I could ask you one more time that the day is closing, take me home...just pull my hand and take me home!
