Siblings!!!

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Siblings - The Saplings of Same Soil



Siblings are the saplings planted in the same ground. They get the same rain and same shine; breathe in the same air. Bloom together. Shade each other. Their flowers are of same fragrance; fruits are of same taste; leaves are of same shape. They bud, flourish and wither finally unchanged. Yet the bond gets stronger and stronger day by day. Their roots are tangled to let them stand firm. 


There are thousands of people we come across in our life. Family is a miniature society which is complete in itself. Mother gives us birth, father gives us protection, grand parents give us care. But the siblings are ultimate. They play multiple roles. They are our parents while showing us love; teachers while teaching good and bad and streamlining our path; friends while having fun; enemies during the trivial brawls we have and what not!


Despite all the odds, we stand for each other. A brother may pull your braid but will never let anybody pull your pride. A sister may snatch your snack but she will never let anybody snatch your happiness. Let it be elder or younger, siblings are siblings. They are our lifelines, comrades, enemies, partners-in-crime, well-wishers, protectors and everything else they could be! They are our rakshaks. That's why it's Raksha ka Bandhan. We tie Rakhi on this auspicious day to showcase our love and to remind the duty to be a rakshak to each other.  


Our paths may be filled with splinters and potholes but we enjoy one another's company that spices our life and adds colour to our life's palette. Let the tie never be torn and let the love blows like an inflated balloon. 


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