The eighth one born in our big loving family, I was told that as a young child, she used to help mom with her chores and the rest of the time followed her father around the farm-house.
As she grew up, she was fond of singing, embroidery, athletics and sports, excelled at throw-ball and volleyball and became a dear friend to many.
Over time, she got married, made a cosy home, and as the kids were growing up, quit her job and gave them attention full time. She turned out to be an expert cook, and did wonders in her garden. I can observe she’s a patient and understanding wife and as a loving mother, she has been raising her three lovely children well and been a strong pillar of support throughout.
I can vouch she is a gem of a person without an inkling of malice or shrewdness in her. Impropriety and indecency have always been discouraged and censured by her, even if something was said in jest. There has been a sense of ingenuousness and pureness in her that I’ve always admired.
At the prime of her youth, she was a beauty - tall, fair, attractive, pleasing, fit, with a flashing smile that would make heads swerve for a second look. Age and illness gradually change outward appearance of a person, but the inner beauty only grows over time.
I cut short my last month’s holidays in Jammu & Kashmir as soon as I got to hear about her deteriorating health. Instead of proceeding to Srinagar as I planned, I took those 3 flights from Leh as I spoke about in my posting of a few days back (August 20) to meet her:
I reached my hometown and proceeded directly to the attractive little villa she was living in. On the front side is a luxuriant lawn beside which are a variety of garden plants and flowers. Fond of gardening, she lovingly tended to the plants herself until last month. Having the best garden in the neighborhood, she was often asked by the neighbors for tips on gardening which she gladly helped them with.
Exactly a month back at this time, I was with her. I spent 9 full beautiful days and nights with her, mostly following her like a little lamb. During my previous visits, she used to pamper me, but this time I did what I could for her, and tried to help ease her pain and suffering. I talked to her, listened to her, we strolled in her pretty garden and we dined together, I slept beside her, cried with her and laughed with her – I relished and rejoiced every moment I spent with her.
I lived those 9 delightful days with her, so did she. I was very happy those days. So was she.
And today she is in ICU – battling with death.
She’s my sister Vera. I love you Vera.
As she grew up, she was fond of singing, embroidery, athletics and sports, excelled at throw-ball and volleyball and became a dear friend to many.
Over time, she got married, made a cosy home, and as the kids were growing up, quit her job and gave them attention full time. She turned out to be an expert cook, and did wonders in her garden. I can observe she’s a patient and understanding wife and as a loving mother, she has been raising her three lovely children well and been a strong pillar of support throughout.
I can vouch she is a gem of a person without an inkling of malice or shrewdness in her. Impropriety and indecency have always been discouraged and censured by her, even if something was said in jest. There has been a sense of ingenuousness and pureness in her that I’ve always admired.
At the prime of her youth, she was a beauty - tall, fair, attractive, pleasing, fit, with a flashing smile that would make heads swerve for a second look. Age and illness gradually change outward appearance of a person, but the inner beauty only grows over time.
I cut short my last month’s holidays in Jammu & Kashmir as soon as I got to hear about her deteriorating health. Instead of proceeding to Srinagar as I planned, I took those 3 flights from Leh as I spoke about in my posting of a few days back (August 20) to meet her:
I reached my hometown and proceeded directly to the attractive little villa she was living in. On the front side is a luxuriant lawn beside which are a variety of garden plants and flowers. Fond of gardening, she lovingly tended to the plants herself until last month. Having the best garden in the neighborhood, she was often asked by the neighbors for tips on gardening which she gladly helped them with.
Exactly a month back at this time, I was with her. I spent 9 full beautiful days and nights with her, mostly following her like a little lamb. During my previous visits, she used to pamper me, but this time I did what I could for her, and tried to help ease her pain and suffering. I talked to her, listened to her, we strolled in her pretty garden and we dined together, I slept beside her, cried with her and laughed with her – I relished and rejoiced every moment I spent with her.
I lived those 9 delightful days with her, so did she. I was very happy those days. So was she.
And today she is in ICU – battling with death.
She’s my sister Vera. I love you Vera.
22 comments:
Celine, I hope she will be fine soon. Don’t worry. Ups and Downs are part of out life, we all have to accept and bear with it.
From your post I can feel how deep your love and respect her, and I admire your emotional quotient. Well written. Try to smile.
so cutee :)
god bless you and your sister!
My word, Celine,
What a powerful piece of writing. There is such joy in your recollection and such empathy in your description.
I was bowled over by the last line.
Our thoughts and prayers are with Vera, with you and with every other member of your family.
Like I always say, the best writing comes from the heart - and this is up there with them.
Cheers
David
Very sad to hear of this, Celine. My sincere prayers for your sister. Be strong. God bless!
What a truly beautiful example of sisterly love. If you can see such wonder in your sister than it shows that you have an equal share of glorious virtues. The days spent with your sister were indeed precious, I hope you're both blessed with some more of these days again.
pijush: Thank you very much for your kind words, and support. Truly appreciated Pijush.
jyoti: Thank you very much.
david mcmahon: David, thanks a lot for your encouraging and kind words. My heartfelt thanks to you also for your support and prayers for Vera and for every member of my family.
priyanka mahanta: Thank you very much Priyanka.
walksfarwoman: Thank you very much for your wonderful words. Your good wishes touched my heart and are very much appreciated.
All I can say...is I am speechless!
indicaspecies you touched my heart, yet ignited my soul.
Denise
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What a poignant post, I am near tears. You have a real gift for expression and your sister sounds like an angel. You are both in my prayers and in my heart.
mrsnesbitt: Thank you very much Denise.
countrygirlcityliving: Thanks a lot for your kind words, and support.
You're both in my prayers.
crazy me: In your Wonderful Weekend, you asked: Aren't friends wonderful?
Friends, also in the blogging world, are wonderful. Thank you.
The next time you go to meet her, just sit beside her and say how much you love her, how much she means to you. Maybe, take the posting and let her read it. And do smile, when you are there. See the difference :)
We spend our entire lives never able to tell our loved ones, how much they mean to us. Once we do, the curve of line goes up forever :)
tejas: Thank you very much. I did that. Once she recovers, I'll do that again.
i hope she gets well really soon, she really is an angel in disguise..:) nice stuff cel..
jeana: Thank you lil' jinx. I hope so too. Cheer up sweetie-pie!
you are so lucky to have sibling like her.... Hope she'll get well soon...
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