My family is the ideal "Hum do hamare do". And my sister is the only sibling I have. The only person in the world who knows me better than I myself do. Being a Marwari comes with the bonus of very colourful and extravagant festivals. Like Rakhi. When in other households only boys get to flash their wristful of Rakhis in my family even girls get to show off their stylish lumbas. My sister ties me Rakhi and I vow to be her bodyguard(Believe me no boy approached her in our 12 years at school and one year of college). That was till three years back. After that I joined IIT Kharagpur and the hectic schedule keeps us apart on this very special day.
Being used to such colourful and awesome Rakhi, I was near to tears on Rakhi two years back. I was missing home, sisterly affection and her pampering. That was when one of my batchmates, Niharika, came to me and told me she wanted to tie me Rakhi. ( She was missing her brother and back then I looked boyish enough to fill in for him ). Whatever may be the reason it filled my heart with the fuzzy warm feeling and the knowledge that love actually is everywhere.....
