What would make a great first post rather than writing about the person I cherish the most in this world, Norah. The person who grew up with me , the person I would call up if I murdered someone, the person I would never ever grow tired of, the person with whom I can act totally crazy with and she wouldn’t mind, the person who would be mine no matter what. She is my person. She means more to me than just a sister.
We spent our childhood in a quaint little boarding school down south. We were still blooming when we were scooted off to this place. Well, it somehow played a major role in us being there for each other. She came in two years after me. At the age of eight, I played the protective big sissy role to this poor little thing. She was so intimidated and shy that she would come in the night and sleep on my bed. We both were weird in a funny way. We used to love being down with a cold or a fever because that’s when we got rice gruel and it was a dish we absolutely loved while the other kids detested.
When I was in my fifth grade we shifted to being day’s scholars in Chennai. Being free of rules and constraints was a new thing for us. We bonded over television and girly games. This was a very fun period. We always used to play , play and play utterly silly stuff. Even when I ended up being the sole cause for her getting stitches in the mouth we played.
The next stage was the period of the so-called important exams every Indian student has to go through. She had her 10th n me my 12th. And now my parents decided we needed more coaching and put us off in a place that shouldn’t be called a school because it was more like being behind bars. Anyways since we were the uncomplaining goodie little ladies, we did whatever was asked of ours. Somewhere through the years the age difference vanished. Norah seemed to understand me just perfectly. And there was no other friend that could replace her. I couldn’t open up totally to anyone but her. She surprised me by acting like the older one and would give her view on things. When everything else in life seemed to be going haywire she kept me going.
Just when I thought I would always have her. Life decided to give a twist. It robbed me off my prized possession and put her in Philippines to study. Though technology has helped me stop missing her to an extent nothing can obviously match the physical presence. I await the day when she will come back because there is a lot of years to make up for. And I’m sure when she comes back nothing between us would have changed.