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Monday, December 18, 2017

Miss M.

This blog is dedicated to my sister from another mister - Kanchu.

I asked for suggestions on Facebook as to what kind of topics I should blog about. She commented, "ME!"

I will surely entertain this idea. So, are you ready? ;)

Let's start from the beginning. I have known this crazy creature since Kindergarten. We lived in the same neighborhood - 2 blocks away. We went to the same school in India. We went to school in the same auto-rickshaw. Both of our brothers share the same name. We both immigrated to Canada around the same time. We obviously re-connected. We had sleepovers, shared our experiences, hung out and had  fun. Then, we separated because both of our parents bought houses. We shifted out of our apartments.

A couple years later, in high school - we reconnected through a friend. I surprised her at her high school after YEARS. Since then, we have been inseparable - no matter where in the world she is. And believe me, she has been through a couple of countries now.

What is she like? She's a bit crazy. A bit OCD about some things. A bit too formal. She's WAY too nice. She's gullible. She's naive. But she's also intelligent, brave and and independent. She loves her family. She loves her friends. She is so thoughtful. She thinks about everyone but herself. She makes sacrifices for others. She doesn't want to cause anyone any inconvenience. She shares everything but her Fatafat. She is finally getting into makeup - which makes me VERY happy.

She has been a part of every important event in my life. She flew down to India for my wedding. She makes it to almost every family party I host. She got me the most amazing cake and cupcakes (Sex & the City) themed for my bridal shower. She looks at everything with great detail and attention. As compared to your average person, you can consider her a workaholic. She will not admit that she's tired until she's ready to pass out. She takes good care of herself. She works out without excuses. She inspires me to be better. I am so proud of her and she knows it.

She becomes awkward when she gets too much attention. She has gotten at least 5 rishtas from my family, lol. This blog post is too much attention for her as well. She's probably reading this thinking "WHY did I comment saying, ME!" You get what you asked for. =D

On a serious note, she has been there in my darker times - of depression and anxiety. When I needed a shoulder to cry on - she was there. She is awkward with expressing how much she loves you. So, she chooses not to do it. You'll rarely ever hear her say 'she loves you.' But I know her too well - I can read her face. Sometimes, she gets mad at me because I reply to messages a year later, lol. But I made a conscious effort in that direction -  which I am sure she has noticed.

We could both qualify for a detective job. Our stalking skills are on another level. She sends at least one MEME a day. She counts down days for everything. She can make iced coffee the way I like it. She offers to help with everything. She can take care of any kid - with any personality. She is ambitious. She is an achiever! Sometimes, she shuts down and avoids certain topics. Because she knows I wanna know EVERYTHING. She has a nervous laughter - that is easily identifiable. She giggles when she's nervous. Btw, she has the cutest giggle ever. She's the last person in a room to get a joke. Above all, she's the kindest soul I know. She means well for everyone. She has no malice in her heart for anyone. She's the bestest friend anyone could ask for (I know, bestest is not a word!)

Because of you - I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more. Thanks for being in my life for about 27 years. Now, stop blushing and go back to teaching! :)


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