Check out these 8 Government Loan Schemes That You Can Benefit From As A Woman In Business.
I don't know if he liked those games. I never cared. And probably he did not think he had a choice. Siblings are supposed to be born friends.
Siblings are supposed to be born playmates. Someone who will be there for you all your life. They’ve seen you at your worst and they know all your weaknesses. Plus they don’t say ‘blood is thicker than water’ for nothing.
I have just one sister, three years older than me. As a baby, my eyes would follow her around the room watching her every move in wonder. Or so my parents tell me.
We shared a room and all our secrets. Her old school books were passed on to me, kept neatly with helpful notes jotted all on them. I loved and hated her for that – for once I’d liked to have my shiny new books!
What happens when the person we grew up with is now suddenly no longer there. After job and marriage, we were now in different countries for more than a decade. Suddenly your guide and anchor have drifted away and it is up to you to find your sea legs all on your own.
With phones and technology, we still find ways to stay in touch. Our kids adore each other.
But it isn’t the same.
As our parent’s age, we are united in taking care of them. We support each other mentally, if not physically present, through tough times. And hope that in the future, both our ‘single’ kids find each other similarly.
To me, siblings are supposed to be born friends.
I have a brother, three years younger than me. I would confess and he would attest that I was a rough, ‘bullish’ older sister well into our late teens.
We only played games I wanted to play – which included the Kitchen set and then Monopoly and Scrabble in the later years. I don’t know if he liked those games. I never cared. And probably he did not think he had a choice.
But he was my only playmate for the most part and I, his. Again no choice here. He was a fighter though. He would rebel. Put his foot down. We fought like the cliched ‘cats and dogs’.
However, sometime between my University days and his, our relationship changed. It may have been that both of us were now on our own, away from parents and actual life challenges hit us.
There was always lots to discuss, lots to share and that is when we realized that we were great friends! Having lived a sheltered life all our childhood, with no other than parents to deal with; life outside home threw a lot of things at us; a lot of people, lot of relationships, lot of different situations; at the workplace, with friends, etc.
There a lot of times I would have called quits if I did not have him by my side. During those stressful years with my parents, he was the buffer and the sane head in our midst. A twenty-something that he was, I could not believe the wisdom he carried from the advice that he would give.
Post the tumultuous twenties, and well into our thirties when I was almost settled in a lot of ways, and he in some; we continued to remain strong confidantes to each other, and the go-to person to discuss anything going on in our lives.
And yes, just like you S, I do hope, both our ‘single’ kids find the same bond in each other.
Image Source: darrya from Getty Images Signature, Canva Pro
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views. Individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times. If you have a complementary or differing point of view, sign up and start sharing your views too!
We are an author duo who love writing together. We have written a couple of books together, Tete a tete with R&S and Anu and Isha. read more...
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
Mostly Normal is a book of innocence, longing, filial love, angst and acceptance, encapsulating a gamut of human emotions within its lightweight edifice. The book touches the human heart and will stay with you.
Some books enthral you till the last page, and then there are those that you stop reading after turning a few pages. Some books are a one-time read, while you carry some books with you long after you have read them. Then, once in a while, a book hits you so close to home that you find it difficult to slot into any category.
I will put Priyadeep Kaur’s Mostly Normal (BookSoul Reads, 2022) in this last bracket.
At a little less than hundred pages, Mostly Normal is a testimony of the power of words to inspire, irrespective of their length.
Most women do not get to live their lives the way they want, on their own terms. So why should they be tied down in their old age?
Every morning, while dropping the kids at the bus stop, I find a grandfather waiting with his granddaughter. I see him again when I fetch the kids. This has been the pattern for the last few years.
He is seen actively participating in his granddaughter’s activities, from morning and evening walks to attending her parent-teachers meeting, sending her for extracurricular activities to even planning her birthday party. He is admired by all. He is appreciated for making himself useful in his old age. People rave that the doting grandfather is doing his duty towards his children and grandchildren. The much-admired grandfather is also a widower, having lost his wife years ago to chronic disease. It’s also to be noted that both his son and daughter-in-law are working parents.
Every day, the onlookers appreciate his sense of duty and dedication. They say that this is how the elderly should keep themselves occupied. They should bring up their grandchildren while their children go off to work.
Please enter your email address