best hindi kahani: It is said that some relationships in life are given to us by birth and some relationships become the support of our life with time. But the relationship between a sister is probably different from these two.
She is the companion of our childhood mischiefs, a witness to our small happiness and when life becomes difficult, she silently stands with us as our strength.
My elder sister is exactly like that for me. Today, when I look back at my life, I realize that my sister has supported me not only today, but perhaps since the day when I myself did not even understand what it means to be with someone.
Our childhood was very simple, but there was a lot of love in it. I still remember one small thing, remembering which even today a smile comes on my face.
Whenever I felt like eating khichdi or there was no khichdi prepared at home, my elder sister would mix rice and dal and put it in front of me and say lovingly – “Take this, this is khichdi.”
At that time I probably really believed that it was Khichdi. For me it was not just rice and pulses. He was my sister's love. That was his innocent attempt to fulfill even my smallest wish.
When I think about it today, I feel that even in my childhood, she always found some way to make me happy. Perhaps this is the beauty of having an elder sister. No matter how small she herself is, she always stands tall in front of her younger sister.
Time passed by. We grew up. That “rice-dal khichdi” of childhood was left behind, but my sister’s company was never left behind. As life progressed, responsibilities increased.
There came many days when I felt very tired. Many times I felt as if I was forgetting myself amidst my problems. But my sister was still with me.
Sometimes she would explain to me, sometimes lighten my mood, sometimes help me and sometimes she would just stand with me without saying anything. There was no single way to help him.
Sometimes she would encourage me with her words. Sometimes she would help in some work. Sometimes she would understand my problem before me. And sometimes she would just make me realize that – “You are not alone.”
Perhaps this is the biggest strength of any relationship. It is not necessary to solve every problem. Sometimes it's enough for someone to stand with us.
My sister also did not end every problem in my life. But he definitely gave me courage to face every problem. When I doubt myself, his faith sustains me. When I get tired, his company brings me back to life.
When I feel that I can't do it, somewhere I remember what he said and I start trying again. She has always been helping me—in some way or the other.
Maybe he never kept count of how many things he did for me. And I also never understood those small helps that much at that time. But today I understand that it is no small thing for someone to stand up for you again and again.
Love is not just about saying “I love you”. Love is visible when someone seeing your problem comes to you without saying anything. When someone considers your happiness as his own happiness.
When someone catches your hand when you fall. And when the whole world is considering you weak, then there should be one person who says – “I know, you can do it.”
My sister is that person for me. My relationship with her is not just that of a sister. She sometimes looks like my mother. Sometimes my friend. Sometimes my advisor. And my greatest courage ever. Sometimes there are small arguments between us.
Sometimes I am angry with him, sometimes he is angry with me. But there are some relationships in which resentment is temporary and love is permanent. Our relationship is also like this.
In my childhood, when she used to feed me “Khichdi” mixed with rice and pulses, perhaps even she did not know how much of a force she would become in my life in the years to come.
Today, when I remember that incident, I feel that there was not just food in that small bowl. My sister's childhood was there. There was his love in it. It was his responsibility in that. And above all, she had this feeling—“May my younger sister be happy.”
Perhaps since childhood she considered my happiness as her responsibility. And even today she is doing the same in some form or the other. The only difference is that at that time I wanted “Khichdi” mixed with rice and pulses and today in life when I need courage, my sister supports me and becomes that courage for me.
Today I want to say this with all my heart – Sister, perhaps I have not always told you how special you are to me. I could never keep track of everything you did for me.
I will probably never be able to express in words the value of your small help, your concern, your scolding, your advice and your standing with me every time.
You didn't just take care of me in my childhood. Even after growing up, you did not stop taking care of me. And perhaps this is why when life makes me feel weak, I hear a voice from within saying “My sister is with me.” And thinking this, the fear reduces a little.
Today if someone asks me what my strengths are, I can probably give many answers. But among all those answers, one name will come first, my elder sister.
Because my sister just didn't help me. He made me realize that no matter how difficult life gets, I have someone who will stand by me.
In my childhood, my elder sister, who used to feed me mixed rice and pulses and called her “Khichdi”, even today keeps making the path easier for me in some way or the other in my life. And perhaps this is the most beautiful form of a sister – she cannot take all the problems of your life in her hands, but she definitely holds your hand and says – “Come, I am with you.” My sister – You are the sweetest memory of my childhood, my biggest strength today, and one of those beautiful relationships in my life for whom only one thing comes out of my heart, “God has not given me a sister, but my support.” Didi… I still remember that rice-dal “khichdi” of yours.
Perhaps its taste was so special because it had more of your love mixed in it than lentils and rice.