The things that matter- part 1

Family.

I have had quite a few friends who have had rotten relationships with their family members; mother, father, siblings, grandparents etc. And despite trying to understand their point of view, and empathise with them, I have always ended up having a sense of sympathy for them. For the complete void that they don't even realize they have.
My parents haven't exactly pampered me. But I have had almost everything I needed, and more often than not, also what I wanted. I was taught the value of things, and they have made sure to help us every time we fell down, whether we were one or twenty.
I wouldn't calls ours a very very rich family, but we have been wealthy in terms of love, memories, good experiences and joy. We nag each other to no end and drive each other nuts; we team up against others, and pull each others leg, and there might have been more than a single instance when the neighbours may have questioned our sanity. We have screamed out lungs out, criticized, and shut doors at each others face.
But at the end of the day we kniw we have each other, and that won't change, come what may. 
My parents have given me a whole new level of relationship goals. They have fought about things starting from their toothpastes, the color of sari to be purchased, to tv channels and each others food intake. I will always admire how well my mom took my dad's sickness and his sense of humour. And I will always admire my dad for actually letting my mom get away with her little stubbornness, and always making her feel special.
As for my brother- we are not the hugging- kissing brother and sister. He is not the guy who does everything for me or dotes on me like I'm his favourite. We make fun of each other more often than not, and our conversations are incomplete without teasing and sarcasm. He has stood like a wall beside me, and pushed (and abused) me to do better. We are poles apart, but 80% of the things I know, I've learnt from him. I probably would have never admitted it to him, but he is that one guy I really look up to.
You see, our family completes us in ways which can't really be expressed easily. The attachment, the bond and the memories are irreplaceable. And quite rightly so too. :')

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  1. SHANTHI VIJAYAN24 July 2019 at 09:13

    A glorious tribute, Sukanya..And as far as i know, i vouch it is the truest tribute, one which each one of u deserves and u better, for being such a precious daughter and sister...

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