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Brother, please stop me. I don't wanna leave you. I don't wanna go away of you. Please brother. I promose I will not fight with you again. I will not eat your chocolates. I will adhere your decisions. But please. these words made me feel guilt. She was weeping. She had huged me tightly and was weeping bitterly. She was crying with the hope that I would stop her. She was nobody else, but my sister.
I remembered pasts. She was the same, who used sandals and bricks to be equal to me in hight. She was the same blackmailed me many times, cause she knew my secrets. I was standing silently. She was crying. Elder sister was pulling her off of me. Everyone who was present there was weeping. My hand were in my pockets. I was standing like an army officer on duty.
No, you are not going anywhere. Who told you this stuff. this was my reaction. I hugged her tightly and begun to weep. The atmosphere and evironment was strange. You can't go. Who will feed me. Who will prepare foods for me whenever I will return from play. Do you know how hard is it to bear your absence? You are not going. I can't wake up without your voice. It has been my daily activity.
Tell this to papaji. He is sending me to an unknown place. she said weeping.
He is doing right my sister.
But I don't want to.
We too. But this is a part of our duty. We can't step back.
You are also in his support.
No my sister. I am not in his support. But I am not against him too. I know it is hard. And where else you are going too. That is your family. There you will find Mom, Papaji, Brothers, Sisters, and all. Yes, it is uncomfortable for some days. Not for you only, but also for us. Therefore we must accept the condition. I will be in your contact. I will connect you always so that you can't feel alone youself.
No. Please. I want to live here more.
I said no. Think that you are here. Treat as you do. Feel like you are at your home.
. . . . I don't know what made me telling these words. I did not want to say. I too wanted her to live with us. I wanted her smile that hardly comes after she is angry. I wanted her supports, whenever I am caught on a mistake. I wanted her fighting with me. I wanted to compare such things like Sandals, books, copies, pens and more. I wanted her commands that I always refused to adhere. I wanted her all those activities that was a memory for me. And this all was not the all. I wanted everything I have no words to express that.
I myself reached her to the van. She was resisting. Take care of my sister. She is grown in lot of love. She did never feel anything missing. She did never get an opportunity to weep or to be sad or to think deeply on. These were my last words that I said to the groom. The van was started and went.
I wanted to walk back to my room. My feet were hating me. They were not agree to follow my instructions. I somehow went inside the home. Ruk..... I wanted to call to my sister for foods. But I stopped. I felt lumbs in my throat. I felt tears in my eyes. I ran into my room and locked the door inside. Now, I am crying. I don't know how am I feeling. It is very hard to console myself. I don't know what I did is right or wrong.
Brother, please stop me. I don't wanna leave you. I don't wanna go away of you. Please brother. I promose I will not fight with you again. I will not eat your chocolates. I will adhere your decisions. But please. these words made me feel guilt. She was weeping. She had huged me tightly and was weeping bitterly. She was crying with the hope that I would stop her. She was nobody else, but my sister.
I remembered pasts. She was the same, who used sandals and bricks to be equal to me in hight. She was the same blackmailed me many times, cause she knew my secrets. I was standing silently. She was crying. Elder sister was pulling her off of me. Everyone who was present there was weeping. My hand were in my pockets. I was standing like an army officer on duty.
No, you are not going anywhere. Who told you this stuff. this was my reaction. I hugged her tightly and begun to weep. The atmosphere and evironment was strange. You can't go. Who will feed me. Who will prepare foods for me whenever I will return from play. Do you know how hard is it to bear your absence? You are not going. I can't wake up without your voice. It has been my daily activity.
Tell this to papaji. He is sending me to an unknown place. she said weeping.
He is doing right my sister.
But I don't want to.
We too. But this is a part of our duty. We can't step back.
You are also in his support.
No my sister. I am not in his support. But I am not against him too. I know it is hard. And where else you are going too. That is your family. There you will find Mom, Papaji, Brothers, Sisters, and all. Yes, it is uncomfortable for some days. Not for you only, but also for us. Therefore we must accept the condition. I will be in your contact. I will connect you always so that you can't feel alone youself.
No. Please. I want to live here more.
I said no. Think that you are here. Treat as you do. Feel like you are at your home.
. . . . I don't know what made me telling these words. I did not want to say. I too wanted her to live with us. I wanted her smile that hardly comes after she is angry. I wanted her supports, whenever I am caught on a mistake. I wanted her fighting with me. I wanted to compare such things like Sandals, books, copies, pens and more. I wanted her commands that I always refused to adhere. I wanted her all those activities that was a memory for me. And this all was not the all. I wanted everything I have no words to express that.
I myself reached her to the van. She was resisting. Take care of my sister. She is grown in lot of love. She did never feel anything missing. She did never get an opportunity to weep or to be sad or to think deeply on. These were my last words that I said to the groom. The van was started and went.
I wanted to walk back to my room. My feet were hating me. They were not agree to follow my instructions. I somehow went inside the home. Ruk..... I wanted to call to my sister for foods. But I stopped. I felt lumbs in my throat. I felt tears in my eyes. I ran into my room and locked the door inside. Now, I am crying. I don't know how am I feeling. It is very hard to console myself. I don't know what I did is right or wrong.
