Six days separate us
23 years brought us together
My cousin. My friend. My sister.
Twenty three years
Of happiness and tears
Of dreams and fears
You were always the brave one.
The first to do something
I always followed. Hesitantly. But I did
The first to ride a cycle. Then the kinetic.
The first to go to hostel. The first to talk to boys.
The first to travel alone. To go out with friends.
To have fun. To cry your heart out. To get angry.
The first to break rules.
To do things that I could never have dreamed of.
I was the quiet one.
Immersed in my books.
Always followed the rules.
And now these rules.
Come back at me.
I miss the most important moment in your life.
“ I am very sorry but you can’t go to your sisters wedding.
The rues don’t allow it”
Why do people hide behind rules when they have to make a decision?
Why are rules always right and people always wrong?