Its not a trend in our family to write about our family members, but knowing how lucky i am to have one like her, i had to dedicate this one blog to her. Basically whatever i am is mostly because of her, she tried to make good out of me, but the pampering she gave obviously made some bad parts too. Sleeping has always been the sweetest part of my life and i guess thanks to her. Not only she let her arm be my pillow for resting my head on, her back for resting my leg on and also my hand, not to mention that i always wanted her to pat me on my back to make me go to sleep, thanks to her for the numerous bed-times she recited to me, one each night. This is just the gist of it, i can very surely say that the best diwali i ever had was the one when i had my arm fractured (which by the way happened on her b’day). I mean it was heaven, always being near her, she taking care of me, we watching movies together, i had her singly, no sharing! that was the whole fun of it. I was watching the crackers etc from a distance, careful enough not to go near and she was with me.
She practically fed me ‘cause i was six (class 1) that time and very very pampered, and the best thing i didn’t want anyone else to be there for me, i wanted only her. That was one time and since then she has always been there for me. Maybe she remembers how it was, maybe she doesn’t, but i actually wanted no-one but her in my happy times or my sad ones. Then might it be the time i had an eye flew in which i never got down from her lap, the two times i was admitted in the hospital for my surgeries. I mean the second time, the hospital was good, neat who wouldn’t want to come, but the first time it was AIIMS, and when it comes to neat-ness, it surely lacks. Both the times she got me food, my mum couldn’t be there the first time ‘cause my sister had chicken pox, but She came and again, she fed me too (literally, taking the spoon to the bowl and into my mouth), only this time i was in 10th not in 1st.
On my b’day, in her lap, as always.
She had been admitted in hospitals herself, but she had this quality to always cheer you up and never tell those boring dull stories of how it was with her that time. The second time i was admitted and this time also operated upon too, she came with food again, the only thing i couldn’t eat. After two days she herself got admitted (that is she herself wasn’t keeping well and then also came, with food, to see me). On the same day i had a complication, went to hospital again after being discharged, all in all i couldn’t go to meet her. And that was sad.
And she always got a chocolate for the both of us when we stayed with her, plus lays, she played with us each night before the story time came, she never scolded or hit us, she loves kids .
Now the thing is some stupid machhar (mosquito) bit her and gave her both dengue and chickengunya, now i couldn’t imagine how critical she was as i never went to the hospital to see her. God’s grace she’s back home now and hope she is steadily improving. I really wanted to go see her in the hospital, but the schedule didn’t allow me to. I thought that that was a bad thing but i guess it was good enough. It totally drenched my eyes to see her in such a pathetically tired state in her house telling the story of her survival (but i was still smiling, that’s what is to do after all), i don’t know how i would’ve reacted to see her frail body, with pipes in her nose and going through the cut in her neck directly to her heart to keep her alive. With BP down to a 30 and temperature of 106.1 degrees, and the wait of hours for her to come back to consciousness after she collapsed on the hospital floor waiting to get an ultrasound done. And still all she said was am just adjacent to the hospital ward where you both were born, now that is love. (She was admit in the same hospital we both were born)
Everybody in my family including me know that i love her the most anybody can love anyone (i think she loves me a lot too, but she loves all kids, kid freak!), but i guess i just realised the truth of it today. There was one time when she got a li’l bruise on her neck and i ran to give her a band-aid, i wish i could put the same band-aid on the cut in her neck where the pipe was inserted and her problem and her pain would go away.
PS: being sick was the best part of my life ‘cause i was always found in her lap when i was sick. Yuhoo!
Also, she is very beautiful i just don’t have a better picture of her in my computer.