I have missed you all my life and on this special occasion of Rakshabandhan, I am missing you even more. I always thought (and still think) that those who have a sibling are blessed, though they might not admit it. In that sense, I have not been a blessed one. I never had you in my life. I don’t know why, but I have always wanted only a brother.
Being an only child brought in its wake a lot of loneliness and being an only daughter, it brought a lot of responsibility. Not that I am complaining. I am trying to fill in your role for our parents as best as I can, but I miss having your hand to hold for support when life is tough. I miss the stupid games we could have played. I miss the good-hearted teasing. I miss the cheerful banter between us. I miss the fights we could have had, and the making up after that. I miss breaking glass panes and flower pots with you. I miss ringing doorbells and running away with you. I miss scaring people with you. I miss those heart-to-heart talks that only both of us could have shared. I miss that special affection, and I miss showering my love on you. I miss that feeling of always having someone behind you in whatever you do. I miss all those times when we could have made our parents mad. I miss you on each and every family occasion we could have enjoyed together.
I don’t know why this sudden emotional outburst today, but I am missing you and will probably continue missing you throughout. Maybe life would have been different, had you been around. Maybe it would have been a lot more fun, a lot more simple, a lot more happy.
Maybe I am being unrealistic or childish, but I can’t help missing you. There is a vacant spot in my life that no one else can quite fill. And I guess there always will be one.