best hindi story: Childhood memories are so strange. Time passes, age increases, homes change, but some childhood photos always remain the same in the heart. As soon as we close our eyes, it seems as if we are standing in the same courtyard again, the same laughter is heard and the same people are around us.
In the most beautiful pictures of my childhood, my sister is always with me. My sister is older than me. There was a lot of love between us since childhood. We were less sisters and more friends. Playing together, eating together, traveling together, sleeping together and fighting over small things were a part of our life.
Our childhood was spent in the village. We had our own little world in the streets of the village and in the courtyard of our house. At that time we did not have the facilities like today, but there was a lot of happiness. Even small talk was like a festival for us.
We both used to do a lot of mischief also. Sometimes hide each other's things and then ask innocently, “Where did it go?” Sometimes teasing each other about something and then running away laughing. Sometimes you quarrel while playing in such a way that it seems that there will be no discussion now, but after some time you sit together again. Our fights also did not last long.
It was difficult to get angry with each other, because after a while the conversation would start on some pretext or the other. Then a big change came in our life. We came to Delhi from the village. Coming to Delhi from the village was a big change for me. Everything was new. New house, new environment and the most important thing – new school.
I was admitted in second class and my sister was admitted in fourth class. I still remember the first day of school. I was very scared seeing so many unknown children and a new environment in the new school. I didn't feel like sitting in my class.
At that time I trusted only my sister. I went straight to his class and sat. Not just for a day, but for about ten days, I kept sitting in my sister's class. I was afraid to go to my class. When my sister was near, I felt that I was safe.
Today when I remember that incident, I feel both laughter and love. Eventually I slowly gathered courage and started going to my class. But by that time Didi was no longer just an elder sister to me. She had become my courage.
Our childhood again started moving at its own pace. We both used to eat food from the same plate. If my sister came late from school, I used to wait for her. Everyone in the house eats food, but I did not eat until my sister returned.
I used to think that the meal would be complete only when both of us sat together and ate. We used to go to the market together. If we liked something new, it was necessary to show it to each other first. Sometimes debate over clothes, sometimes over individual choice regarding the color of something.
But in the end, we were more happy that we went out together than shopping. We used to sleep together even at night. All the discussions of the day would start again at night. Sometimes about school, sometimes about friends, sometimes about home and sometimes just laughing for no reason.
Sometimes both of us would talk secretly for a long time and if we heard the sound of an elder coming, we would immediately become silent. After some time, he would start talking softly again in a whisper. Today it seems, those small mischiefs were the biggest wealth of our childhood.
We used to harass each other a lot. Sometimes my sister would hide some of my things, and sometimes I would take her things and force her to search for them. Then they would complain to each other and after a while they would start laughing themselves. At that time it seemed that life would always be like this. We will always live in one house.
Will always eat food together. Will always sleep together. Will always tell each other everything. But life has its own ways. time elapsed. We grew up and then got married. Our life changed after marriage.
Now we have our own homes, our own responsibilities and our own commitments. Earlier the discussions which used to take place sitting in front, now take place over the phone. Earlier there was no need for any planning to meet, now one has to find time to meet.
Distance has definitely come, but distance has not come in our relationship. Even today, if I have any problem, the first thing I feel like talking to is my sister. Whenever there is any sorrow, any worry or any difficult phase of life, after talking to them the mind becomes lighter.
Whenever any difficulty comes in their life, I feel like standing with them. We can't always solve each other's problems. Many times we do not even have a solution to any problem.
But we listen to each other. Sometimes just saying—“Don't worry, I'm here”—is enough. This is the strength of our relationship. In my childhood, I used to go and sit in his class due to fear of school. Today, amidst the fear and troubles of life, I cannot go and sit near him, but listening to his voice, I feel the same childhood trust.
Even today we talk about happiness and sorrow. Sometimes laughter and jokes, sometimes old memories and sometimes serious matters of life. Sometimes we remember our childhood and laugh – at our mischiefs, our small fights and those days when even eating without each other did not feel good.
Then we understand how much time has changed us, but our relationship has not changed. The journey from the streets of the village to Delhi, the fear of school, sitting in my sister's class for ten days, eating from the same plate, waiting for her arrival, going to the market together, sleeping together and our little mischiefs, all these are such memories of my life which I never want to lose.
Maybe sister's relationship is like this. In childhood, we become partners in each other's mischief. When they grow up, they become each other's companions in joys and sorrows. No matter how much life changes, some relationships remain the same within us as they were in childhood. My sister is not just my elder sister to me. She is the most beautiful memory of my childhood, my friend and my support in difficult times.
Today we live in different houses, but my sister has the same place in my heart as she had in my childhood. The only difference is that earlier I used to wait for her to come from school and we would have dinner together. Today I wait to hear his voice. Childhood passed, mischiefs were left behind, paths parted – but sister's love is still the same. The distance is only of our homes, not of our hearts.