Nineteen

"Sunniya!"

This is, by far, THE most used word by me in these 19 years of my life span.
Sunniya isn't a name really. Its simply sandhi of the words SUNNY + BHAIYA. My big brother. 8 years elder to me, mind you.
I won't be exaggerating if I say that my brother is my institution. I have literally fed upon his thoughts since day one(of my life that is). I have derived every quantum of my knowledge, wisdom and humility(if any) from him, directly or indirectly. I have been the brattiest sister and he has been the calmest brother. The kind of brother who never tells mom that it was you who broke the Venus De Milo statue way back in 1997 and not him OR that it was you who kicked naani on her pacemaker when she became unconscious and had to be taken to the hospital. And about so many other things. The kind of brother who tells you everything he has learnt from life, about life, at the risk of bugging you or going completely unheard. I think about all the terribly sardonic and untrue things I have said to him during fits of anger, jealousy, arrogance and ignorance and how he has always without fail forgiven me like the perfect big brother should, which in turn has instilled me with even more jealousy, its a vicious circle you see.he he. He has given me so much to live by, given me my life philosophy. I think of times he has been away( boarding school and lately Paris) and realize how less I missed him because I guess I've always known what he'd want me to do.(and of course, internet and all take away the glam from distances. he he). I feel so dumb when in a discussion with sunniya, feel as if I've not created any value till now, which is exactly how I should feel. So much to learn and so little time. The time when I'm bogged down and the spooky feeling of "Life sucks" starts to creep me. I know where to head to. Happy Rakhi people. Siblings rock!