Today is Rakhi. I have many rakhis in my hand. But still feel something is missing. That special rakhi, that bond is missing somewhere. Its all void without that. My heart screams, but it is not allowed to cry. As I have to be support of my parents. Once Mom will see me crying, she will be broken. And I can't afford it. So, I have to hide my tears. The memroies of my sister occupies my mind, leaving no space for other thoughts. But its rule of life, to move on. I can't stand at some point in life. Sometimes I feel guilty inside, that how can I try to bury her memories so easily. But, I have to. I have to show up, I am Okay. So that Mom and Dad feels I am really Okay. Dad is still strong. For Mom, it seems her life has stopped. She never ever forgets 8th of every month. She regularly distributes chocolates or biscuits or some stuff to children without fail. But still I am happy that her job is keeping her busy. Else I don't know what might have happened to her.
Anyways, Life has taught me how to handle the most critical situation of life. So, I am thankful to Life. And dear Jigi, you are always immortal in our memories. May God Bless You.