A Shared Childhood

Background: I have two younger sisters and we all three are totally different in every way. And yet sharing the same childhood makes it easy for you to guess what the other person would do in a certain situation; what she might feel; how she might react. The days we spent together were never valued by us at those moments but now as I look back, I know we all cherish each and every moment of the life we spent together. This poem is dedicated to my two sisters who love me a lot...and yes you guessed right, I love them too.

I remember when we together took the morning bus to school,
I remember how we spent childhood days both hot and cool,

We had many disagreements and of course several fights,
We spent days without talking or sharing life bites,

Yet some days we were really the best of friends,
playing together continuously like there was no end,

Making a snowman and then posing for snaps,
Laughing hysterically, talking without gasps,

Gifting each other desired presents on a birthday,
sharing the sorrow when any of us had a bad day,

Sharing the knowledge of our different subjects,
listening intently about different fields and objects,

Playing dumb charades on Sundays without a care,
Singing songs when it rained or electricity wasn't there,

Asking each other movie quizzes only we could understand,
If any of us was able to solve it, it pleased her no end,

Never thinking there might be an end to these occasions,
Never thinking we might have to move to different locations,

Yet I know you love me the same and by you I'm always understood,
Siblings may not share lives, but they always share their childhood.

A Beautiful New Year

Every new year brings hope...
The hope of starting all over again.
The hope of rectifying past mistakes
and the hope of not making new ones.

Our new year eves were always celebrated
with parents and siblings; watching TV;
counting 10..9..8 as the clock struck midnight,
hugging everyone while shouting Happy new year
and finally hanging a new year calender just
after midnight, something me and my sister
had made kind of a custom.

As we grew up, our new years continued
to be celebrated this way till we left our
home. I wonder if my children would
be ever satisfied with celebrating such a simple
new year, one that does not comprise of
new year parties, fireworks or socialising
with a so called "Elite" society.

The best thing of living a simple
life is the contentment experienced.
Living 2 years without a television
just because I wanted to buy it when
I bought my own house was quite an
experience. I never planned it, it
was something I just did and my
husband supported me.

Sometimes luxuries become
necessities, while the things that
are the real necessities of life
take a backseat. Having dinner
with the family, celebrating a festival
or birthday with them; even discussing
the happenings or news of the world with
your near and dear ones; Aren't these
experiences much more better
than just watching Television or attending parties?

My view might differ from yours
but its the application that gives bliss.
I guess that's what counts for me.
Happy New Year Everyone!