Relationships are relative; relatives relate, but reluctantly.
But the creatures called cousins are exceptions.
Cousins cross the coast of blood-relationship to become friends. A class apart—where friendship frolics, and relationship lurks in the shadows.
Cousins combine the best of both. They give us what we love in friends, shunning what we dislike in relatives. In “cousinship”, the theory of relativity falls flat.
Cousins do not weigh us down with relationship’s expectations. With cousins we are free as fun, buoyant as bobs, and light as laughter.
Cousins neither con nor control… they console. They do not count or concoct… they connect. They are neither caustic nor cumbersome… they care.
Aren’t cousins cute… albeit crazy?
(Dedicated to all the cousins and their wives & husbands)
‘Sister’…the word echoes and evokes all that is good and beautiful.
Sister gives us love akin to parents, shares strength of a brother, and brings happiness like a friend. She is our go-to person – in joy and in sorrow. She gives us her shoulder to cry on, stretches her hand to pull us up, keeps our secrets like her own…sister is our ‘man-friday’ in woman’s clothing.
Sister is a person for all seasons. A selfless soul, she gives all of herself and more…mostly unseen, unsaid, and unacknowledged.
Some sisters laugh and slap our backs, some hide their smiles and slap nothing; few offer ‘kadha’*, others snatch and finish off our beer in a gulp. Aren’t they amazing?
Good that we can’t choose our sisters, for we will not have any others.
Our sisters paint beauty and create joy in our lives.
(I write this on behalf of all my bros and friends, and dedicate it to all our Sisters: sisters born to our parents, and sisters who left their homes to make our homes).
* Kadha: an Indian herbal concoction