In the year of 1988, on the 3rd of Feb a miracle
happened! As a four-year old, I was in a hospital walking through the corridor
holding my dad’s hand. Sounds ringed in my mind. My heart thumping with
excitement. I entered a private room. All known faces smiling. My dad lifted me
in his arms and made me sit on a couch.
“Hold her tightly love.” Said my mom.
And there she was cuddling in my lap. She slowly opened her
eyes full of innocence, her rosy pink skin radiating and palms folded- she
smiled at me. She was my cherubic little sister- Sakshi, the angel!
I exchanged looks with my mom, our eyes smiled. It was a magical
moment as my mom had described it to me whenever I had asked her, “Mumma, why
don’t I have any brother or sister? In my class everyone has a sibling. It’s so
good to see them together.” That was my everyday question to mom. To which she smiled
and said, “The magic will happen soon.”
And there she was in my lap. Charming, innocent and
beautiful.
“Look she is smiling.” Echoed everyone around.
It was a pure sister’s moment. She gurgled while fluttering
her hands. I kissed her forehead and we smiled.
As a kid that memory of holding her in my arms is still so
profound and fresh. Feels like time never rolled on. Sometimes I don’t want to
come out of that moment. Just flow in it, in all these years I have relived it a
zillion times.
Like a breath of fresh air giving solace, she always made me
smile. My unspoken words were given a voice and even after being four years
younger, she was like my grandmother. I loved her in every ounce of my blood
and spent the best days of my life before shockingly losing her in 1996 because
of doctor’s negligence. She was just eight.
Few people in your life are a blessing. God wants to reward
you for the good deeds you have done in the past. That’s his way to show how
happy he is with you! But a blessing sometimes is short-lived, in its outer
presence and character. Deep engraved in your heart are the precious memories
that you cherish for a lifetime. None can steal that, none can erase. They are
yours.
A part of me died with her. They say time is a big healer.
They lie. It can never be the same. There is an endless emptiness. Not a single
day passes when I don’t think of her. The pain zaps me. I do multiple things to
keep myself from remembering her with tears. Sometimes write. Sometimes just
make people laugh and laugh with them. Sometimes distribute goodies to the
needy kids, seeing them smile heels me for a while. But there are days when the
pain hits me hard. Real bad.
Happy Birthday my Little Angel. Hope the cakes up above are
too tasty and you remember me in every bite.
Miss you always.
Lovely blog my dear. I so miss her presence in our lives as she would have loved me lots and I would have pampered and spoiled her completely.
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