Bhaiyadooj: A festival of brothers and sisters. It falls on the 3rd day after Diwali and is celebrated all over the country.

Dear Honey...

 Bhaiyadooj: A festival of brothers and sisters.  It falls on the 3rd day after Diwali and is celebrated all over the country.

''I'll get you whatever you want, but you dare not step out of the house'',  ''Why are you talking on phone at this time and with whom?'',  ''Di, please don't tell papa, please!'',  ''Give me only 50 bucks, I promise, I'll return 60 after my pocket money comes''.

These sentences don't stop echoing in my ears today.  Wish you a very happy Bhaiyadooj dear honey!  Missing you a lot.  The cat and dog fights that we had, the way we teased each other, mamma getting irritated with us, daddy fed-up with our complaints.  I don't know when will these moments come back.

Life has changed here.  It has made me mature, I hope you too are realising your responsibilities towards our family.  I still remember our last meet when you said, ''Abhi bhi time hai, mat jaa''.  I know you are not very happy with my decision of being here, but trust me, I have not done any mischief that will make you scold me. 

But there are certain things that of course only you could give.  Yaad hai; when I used to sleep, and in case you entered the room even by mistake, I made a big fuss out of it.  But here I'm learning the art of sleeping in spite of all the worldly distractions which hurdle me from mastering this art. 

So much we used to fight, right?  Moreover, the T.V. remote.  How can I forget that?  That was the prime cause of our fights.  But now that its more than 3 months that I'm here, I don't recall even a single time of watching T.V.  I don't feel like, may be because no one to fight.  You took my Activa even for 10  minutes and blood used to start boiling, but now the Activa doesn't even exist for me.

There were so many times that we were the biggest enemies of each other, the bitter fights we had, our Macdi night outs, Maggi evenings, and of course our silence, that conveyed the feelings of the world over. 

I am very happy here.  But there is someone who is missing.  Someone who could buy me a sandwich, someone who could prepare me a Maggi in the mid night, someone who scolded me for being on phone for a long time, someone who angrily stared at my guy friends like they were his next target, someone who quietly stole 10rs notes from mamma's wardrobe and then blamed me, someone who could just be you.

Destiny brought us to gether in this world but may be fate had planned something different for us.  I think I'm destiny's favourite child to have a brother like you.  Love you!  Always stay special.

Monika Jasuja