Posted by: Mridula November 19, 2011
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Rasika didi,
Do you see? Bitter Truth Dai is always looking out for me. Always testing to see if I'm alright. I cannot even make a gesture without his concerned look caressing me with such tenderness, asking me how I'm doing. I feel such affection from him. I am at such peace to be protected by a man like him. Oh, if only all sisters had older brothers like Bitter Truth to protect them in this harsh and cruel world, how safe all women would feel?
So Didi, I completely disagree with the approach you took with our brothers in Sajha. Is that any way to deal with your brothers? I'm sorry Rasika Didi, but on this, I am going to have to take my own path.
Rasika Didi, my only regret is that I didn't meet Bitter Truth Dai a little sooner, otherwise it would have been my great pleasure to have celebrated Bhai Tika with my brother. Oh, to have lit the diya and to have rotated it around his face, to see the reflection of the light off of his smiling face. To then have put a garland of marigolds around him. And then to have put the seven colored tika's on his forehead one after another. And then to have offered my brother sweets and fruits.
What more could a younger sister ask for than to have a brother who has sworn to love and protect and care for her and to check up on her regular basis?
Do you see? Bitter Truth Dai is always looking out for me. Always testing to see if I'm alright. I cannot even make a gesture without his concerned look caressing me with such tenderness, asking me how I'm doing. I feel such affection from him. I am at such peace to be protected by a man like him. Oh, if only all sisters had older brothers like Bitter Truth to protect them in this harsh and cruel world, how safe all women would feel?
So Didi, I completely disagree with the approach you took with our brothers in Sajha. Is that any way to deal with your brothers? I'm sorry Rasika Didi, but on this, I am going to have to take my own path.
Rasika Didi, my only regret is that I didn't meet Bitter Truth Dai a little sooner, otherwise it would have been my great pleasure to have celebrated Bhai Tika with my brother. Oh, to have lit the diya and to have rotated it around his face, to see the reflection of the light off of his smiling face. To then have put a garland of marigolds around him. And then to have put the seven colored tika's on his forehead one after another. And then to have offered my brother sweets and fruits.
What more could a younger sister ask for than to have a brother who has sworn to love and protect and care for her and to check up on her regular basis?