And today is one of those days, when hearing your name made me cry... Usually it brings a smile on my face, a twinkle in my eyes, reminiscing our childhood, our memories. Sigh! The good old days.Yes, they were. Never to return.
Oh the naughty sheen in your eyes, The innocent smile. I remember mom telling us when we fought, You both act like you're 9 or 10 . And we'd just giggle, and go back to do justice to our heated argument. I slapped you, you punched me, I kicked u, you slapped me back...Ouch! now it hurt! "Mom !!!! bhai hit me !" and then she'd scold us both and we'd forget about our fight, team up, and scream at mom "you're always on
his/her side". (giggle) How i miss those days...
You were always the big hearted, cool and carefree kinds...And me, I have always been the bundle of nerves. Never like to share my things with others. The curious one, always want to know everything, what's going on in whose life, what is everyone upto...And I would always come back and tell you about my latest findings. No one else. But you...only you. And you'd listen to me patiently, and then laugh at me for being such a gossip queen...Drama queen. But still... And now , I have no one to talk to, no one to share my opinions with, no one to laugh with, no one to fight with. And no one laughs at me, troubles me, bosses me around (obviously you wouldn't want anyone to. Its your prerogative, not theirs!).
And your tastes, just the finest ! No compromises whatsoever! And your knowledge about the world, something I am so proud of! I can never be like you, even though I wish i could. Your music collection...You always made me hear the new songs, whenever I hear any new song, I can only think of you.
Your books. Your movies. Your documentaries. Your clothes. I have always loved the old hand-me-downs!
And lets not forget our "gedis". Flashing Lights. Punjabi music. As soon as I'd start singing , you'd turn it off. And all the songs I liked were "gay" or "girlie" . But we've had some of our best conversations then.
You taught me how to drive. Dad couldn't teach me, he never had the patience to...only you could.
In fact you're the best driver I know. Driving was your passion. A passion that took you so far away from us. :(
I miss you so much! And I never want to forget you! You're my idol , my inspiration. I want to be like you.
I wish I could ! But I know I can't. Nobody can. You're one of a kind. We don't know what to do without you, where to find you, where to look for you. Please come back !
Oh the naughty sheen in your eyes, The innocent smile. I remember mom telling us when we fought, You both act like you're 9 or 10 . And we'd just giggle, and go back to do justice to our heated argument. I slapped you, you punched me, I kicked u, you slapped me back...Ouch! now it hurt! "Mom !!!! bhai hit me !" and then she'd scold us both and we'd forget about our fight, team up, and scream at mom "you're always on
his/her side". (giggle) How i miss those days...
You were always the big hearted, cool and carefree kinds...And me, I have always been the bundle of nerves. Never like to share my things with others. The curious one, always want to know everything, what's going on in whose life, what is everyone upto...And I would always come back and tell you about my latest findings. No one else. But you...only you. And you'd listen to me patiently, and then laugh at me for being such a gossip queen...Drama queen. But still... And now , I have no one to talk to, no one to share my opinions with, no one to laugh with, no one to fight with. And no one laughs at me, troubles me, bosses me around (obviously you wouldn't want anyone to. Its your prerogative, not theirs!).
And your tastes, just the finest ! No compromises whatsoever! And your knowledge about the world, something I am so proud of! I can never be like you, even though I wish i could. Your music collection...You always made me hear the new songs, whenever I hear any new song, I can only think of you.
Your books. Your movies. Your documentaries. Your clothes. I have always loved the old hand-me-downs!
And lets not forget our "gedis". Flashing Lights. Punjabi music. As soon as I'd start singing , you'd turn it off. And all the songs I liked were "gay" or "girlie" . But we've had some of our best conversations then.
You taught me how to drive. Dad couldn't teach me, he never had the patience to...only you could.
In fact you're the best driver I know. Driving was your passion. A passion that took you so far away from us. :(
I miss you so much! And I never want to forget you! You're my idol , my inspiration. I want to be like you.
I wish I could ! But I know I can't. Nobody can. You're one of a kind. We don't know what to do without you, where to find you, where to look for you. Please come back !
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