Silly Beings: The Sibling's...

A bond that is not restricted to brothers and sisters rather a bond even that of a sisters and brothers. A thread that has connected two souls, holding them stronger than any rope, with lots of love and hope…

They are the first friends, an individual whom we come across among all the grown up they are someone of our clan…

How being happy when they are born to realize they are the one to ruin our happiness by being the younger so being the “Ladlas” or the house where whatever love our parents and elder had for us is now showered upon them…

This love less survival has turned into anger against them, when all what we have wanted or what we have loved… was asked to shore with them or the worst was given away to them promising we be brought a new one…

But them comes a time when it was the sharing for caring. It became a relation of being understanding so how from there again it all ended like a perfect love story…

Till today where it’s harder to find time to even sit over a cup of tea. Where everyone has moved out to their own life…

To a time where in school and among the other acquaintance we were recognized by each other’s name… worst even among the teachers…

The only friend among the friends and the best among all, most humors relation that can even sustain and the only bond that was never pretended…

From running to complain to papa to also the only person to understand better than him…

Remember something, come millions of people among the lifetime like a flood our bond will be always purest since it’s that of blood…

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