She’s a keeper.
~ author
This past week I wrote something for my sister.
The idea about writing for her, about her, to her came to me naturally because
while these days I’m with her,
I still see how hard, how really really hard she works,
I see how she tries all her best to make sure that I’m cared for, that I am looked after, that I am comfortable.
Not only that.
I’ve been her for a month and this has been the longest I’ve lived with her after she got married. And as I watch her intently I can see the scars left by the claws of many, many shitstorms she’s come out of. I’m so fuxking proud of her!
I know anything I’d write for her would never osmoses through your skins because our experience with anybody, or anything — human, non-human is subjective. It’s always personal. Yes, for sure I can say, ‘she’s the best sister in the world’ or whatever but it doesn’t say anything about her (my sister) in particular. Because the idea of ‘best sister’ is so so many generic things.
But for sure, I can explain what I had written about her.
She’s priceless. This is personal, because there’re only very few people in my life that I consider non-disposables/ non-replacables.
She’s organic. Because, she’s hardcore authentic. She means what she means.
She’s selfmade. She owns her struggles. She owns her losses. She owns her victories.
Unpretentious. Original. Because, she will never do deceitful craps.
Kind & Lovely. Because, she really really does her best to care of people, to love them, unconditionally. However, it has to be earned though.
She’s a fighter, made of dreams. She has withered so many horseshits, she’s all about no bullshits. And, yes … she has dreams like any of us.
She’s a flower, made of beautiful stories! Because you will definitely feel her vibe and the absolute presence when she’s around. She’s fragile, she’s vulnerable, she’s beautiful, and if you’re lucky to be able to spend enough time with her and earn her trust– you’ll get to really understand her core and corners through her life’s ups and downs.
Namaste.
p.s. Tomorrow’s her birthday!