Hindi Best Story: It is said that there are many relationships in life, but there are some relationships which are connected not only by blood but by heartbeats. Sister is also a similar relationship. She is not just our sister, but also our friend, companion, guide and sometimes our second mother.
My sister is that precious part of my life, which I probably cannot express completely in words. That is my biggest strength. Whenever there is any problem in life, when the mind is sad, when there is confusion about something, then his face is the first thing that comes to mind.
It seems as if if he is near then every difficulty will become a little easier. After my mother, if anyone has understood me the most, it is my sister. Just like a mother, she takes care of my small and big needs. Knows my likes and dislikes.
Seeing the sadness on my face, she understands that there is something wrong. Even if I say that everything is fine, she reads my thoughts from my voice and eyes. Sometimes I wonder where a sister gets so much patience from? Forgiving my small mistakes, smiling at my foolishness, tolerating my stubbornness and still standing with me in every situation… all this is not an ordinary thing.
No matter how many mistakes I make, she scolds me, but there is love hidden in that scolding too. I feel worried even in his displeasure. She cannot remain silent when she sees me going on the wrong path, because my well-being matters most to her. b
Chapan’s memories are the most beautiful asset of our relationship. Sometimes fighting over small things, sometimes hiding each other’s things, sometimes complaining to the mother and then within a short while, they become unbearable without each other. In those days, neither did we understand the depth of relationships nor did we realize that one day these small memories would become the biggest wealth of life.
When I remember the childhood squabbles with my sister, a smile appears on my face. Sometimes wearing her clothes, sometimes asking for something of her choice, sometimes getting angry with her without any reason and then waiting for her to convince me… how lovely was that time!
At that time it seemed that my sister would always be with me. But life changes with time. Responsibilities increase. They become their own homes, families and worlds. Earlier, every small and big thing was shared immediately, now sometimes one has to take out time for that too. But no matter how much distance there is, the bond between hearts never diminishes.
Sister’s love is so unique. She may be worried herself, but she forgets her worries the moment she hears about my problem. He always has some advice for me. Sometimes she explains, sometimes laughs, sometimes scolds and sometimes just listens to me without saying anything.
One special thing about her is that she doesn’t let my mistakes define me. When I feel disappointed in myself, she reminds me of my strengths. When I think I can’t do anything, his faith brings me back to my feet.
Maybe this is what it is called having a sister. She is the strength of our life, which does not let us weaken. She also prays for us and gives us courage when needed. Sometimes I think that after mother, what a precious gift God has given me in the form of a sister.
Mother gave birth to me, nourished me with her love and taught me to live life. Sister took that love forward. He understood me, supported me and supported me at every turn. Like her mother, her worries also never end. Whether I am eating on time or not, am I worried somewhere, am I not suppressing anything in my mind?
He has to know everything. Sometimes her worry seems more to me, but to be honest, this worry is the biggest comfort for me. Because there is someone in this world who gives so much importance to even my smallest things.
The relationship between a sister is such that there is authority as well as belonging. She may get angry with me, scold me, point out my shortcomings, but seeing my problems in front of someone else, she will be the first one to take my side. She may criticize me, but she will not let me break.
She will make me understand my mistake, but will not hold me wrong forever. I can live with him without any artificiality. There is no need to embellish words, nor to hide feelings. She accepts me the way I am. And this is the most beautiful thing about any relationship – where you do not have to prove yourself, just being yourself is enough.
The moments spent with sister may be small, but their memories are very long. Sometimes long talks on the phone, sometimes the joy of meeting suddenly, sometimes laughing by reliving old memories, sometimes recognizing the sadness hidden in each other’s eyes.
Many times it happens that we both have a lot to say, but cannot find the words. Still, we understand each other’s silence. This relationship does not require any formality. Whether we talk here every day or after many days, the love remains the same.
There are complaints, there is anger, there is coaxing, but behind all this there is an unwavering faith which becomes stronger with time. My sister is the book of my life, on every page of which some memory is recorded.
There is laughter on some pages, tears on some, mischief on some and life lessons on some. She is one of the few people in my life in front of whom I am not afraid to admit my weaknesses. Because I know that she will not make fun of my weakness, but will try to be my strength.
I probably can’t tell her every time how special she is to me. In the hustle and bustle of everyday life, many times we are not able to say even to our dearest people what is in our heart. But Today I want to say – Sister, you are not just my sister. You are my second mother, my best friend, my courage, my strength and the beautiful feeling in my life which I never want to lose. You forgave my small and big mistakes, tolerated my foolishness, rejoiced in my happiness and supported me in my sorrow.
Many times you have understood me more than I understand myself. In your scolding we find mother’s affection, in your advice we find the understanding of experience and in your love we find that closeness which cannot have any price. I know I’m not always right. Sometimes I am stubborn, sometimes I get angry, sometimes I don’t listen to you. But your presence in my life is no less than a blessing for me. No matter how many relationships are formed in life, no matter how many new people one meets, no one can take the place of a sister.
Because a sister is the one who knows our childhood, understands our today and also prays for our future. She is the companion of our past and the most beloved strength of our present. Sometimes it seems that while creating a sister, God must have put in her a little more love of a mother, a little more mischief of a friend and the whole heart of a true sympathizer.
That is why she is with us in every form. My sister, you are that precious relationship in my life, whom I do not miss on a single day or on a single occasion. You are involved in my every happiness, every problem and every prayer.
With your presence the memories of my mother’s home seem even sweeter. Because of your presence, childhood is still alive somewhere within me. Having you keeps me believing that no matter how much the world changes, there is someone for whom I am still the same little sister.
And to be honest, I would always love to be your little sister. Because sister is not just a relation, it is a feeling. A feeling which has mother’s love, carelessness of friendship, warmth of belonging and faith of staying together throughout life.
My sister is my biggest strength. After mother, I have a second mother. My own sister who forgives my mistakes, smiles in my happiness and holds my hand in every situation. My only prayer to God is that the sweetness of our relationship remains forever. Let us be each other’s courage at every stage of our lives, be the reason for each other’s happiness and whenever life gets tiring, let us stand as a comfort to each other. Because many relationships can be found in the world, but the feeling of having a sister who stays with you from childhood to every turn of age is not found again and again. My dear sister, your existence is a beautiful blessing to me.