I am the only child of my parents. I don't have a sibling.. I don't have a
brother or a sister.. So then with whom do I share the Bond of Love...
I have a set of superb cousins and am fortunate to have them
in my life..
- There is this cousin with whom I used to talk a lot when I was small.. I cried at his wedding for there was another person who was going to share the front seat with him even when I was there.. He was the one who taught me to ride luna.. scooter.. bike.. and yes even car... I had bought 18 dresses for his wedding and my first lenses..... I don't talk much to him any more.. But if I miss my mother he is the first person I wish to call.. but I don't..
- There is this cousin who met his lifepartner because of me... They used to meet at my house and celebrate my birthdays alongwith my other relatives.. He is a person who indirectly taught me take the failures in stride and overcome and stand tall again.. He might not know but he influenced me in many ways.. His love for his wife has taught me the importance of the spouse and to love him unconditionally... He was the first person to know about my Husband and he told me to follow my heart and I shall never regret... He induced in me the love of reading books and thirst for knowledge...
- There is this cousin just beams with joy on seeing me... rushes to meet me and when I am handed-over to my lovely vahinis goes back to work.. He was the one who speaks less but his eyes does all the work... I could not attend his wedding and I always feel bad about it... He is the most noble person I have every met and good at the core.. He bought a dress for me which I have still not disposed off.. It is 20 years old.... He has taught me to be good
- There is this cousin who is very silent and my vahini does all the speaking... He loves me unconditionally and fatherly figure to me.... At times I am unable to keep in touch but he simply forgives me... I can feel his love in the simple gestures that he bestows on me... He ensured that the mundan of his eldest son was done at my house.. on Atya's lap...
- There is this cousin who speaks less... But I know he is hurt when I am sad... He is happy when I am happy.. I was broken when he was critically ill and then I realised who much I love him... His daughters are as good soul as him... I got the fancy for words from him.. He might not be aware that he has taught me so many things..
- I have that cousin who has gone through hard times and I tried my best to help them... He has lost the battle he was fighting but he is brave and am proud of him.. I pray that he finds happiness and GOD has something good for him..
- I have my naughty lot of younger cousins who are a joy to be with... They just shower their love on you and make me feel special.. They tease you.. teach you.. support you... Just be with you... entertain you... love you... I love them all.. I love them all unconditionally.. I appreciate them when they achieve in life and scold them when I feel the need... They make me realise how old I am and include my daughter in their cousin's group...
I have fond memories of all cousins with whom I played..
With whom I fought.. Whose diapers I have changed... whom I taught to
walk... Who shared their affairs first
with me... Who troubled me to death... I have memories of those distant cousins who
are my best friends now...
I have not sent any rakhis to any of them... But in every moment I remember you and this post is my way of conveying my love for you...
