Give me a complex

I am back and it feels good to be back. More than three months have passed and many things have happened in my life in this time. My sister came in mid  July and I was very excited. So I decided to take a break in my blog so that I could divert all my attention to her. She also preferred that.

But now she is gone and it took me sometime to get over the void she left. We had fun filled times, had our sibling fights, mostly for the heck of it and we laughed our hearts out.

My sister’s visit taught me one thing. Actually quite a few things but the first thing that comes to my mind is, we all have our own insecurities. What a weird thought!!! I am talking about my sister’s visit. But really. I grew up with a huge complex about my sister being the glamour doll of the family and I being a plain Jane. Everywhere we went, people would remark that she was very pretty. And boy, she was. I, with my rake thin physique and gawky posture would feel really sad. My mother of course was the one who always encouraged me.

Anyway, we both grew up and she got married and went abroad. Time passed and I had my own family. As time passed, everyone started saying, oh, both of you resemble so much. Believe me, the first time I heard it; It was music to my ears. Finally, I was in the same league as my sister!!!. My My.

To bring the point home now. My sister revealed that she always thought I was the fair one and you know how much the Gora rang or the fair complexion matters in India. What??? I laughed and laughed.

See we all have our own little points of anxiety. So, move on my friends. Let those complexes be the driving force to do something worthwhile. To make a difference, to challenge the worn out rituals and meaningless concepts.

Rise and shine my sisters

So be it!!!