The person I am now; someone who always has an opinion, someone who is not afraid to say it out loud, and someone who sometimes has anger issues is because of one person, my dad.
From the time I was born, I have always been a daddy's girl to the point that when I was small and he left town, I would get sick.
Even now, I'm the girl that looked for him in the crowd when I graduated, showed him photos of my trophy and waits for the smile on his face when I think I've done well.
Even though there have been times where we've had our differences, he's always been there to pull me up, tell me that I should move on from the past and not dwell on it and look forward. He's always given me words of encouragement, words of wisdom, and sometimes just words (mainly to do with lame jokes that no one understands).
Coming from Bhubaneswar all the way Hong Kong and living the way we do, I can't thank him enough for the life that he has given me, the opportunities I've had and the people I've met.
Thank you pitashree, I love you more than words!
I hope that one day I can give you what you've given me and make you proud of me as I am of you.
I've been thinking about what to write since it's been a really long time since my last post, and yet nothing came into my head. This last week, my brother came home and it gave me time to reflect.
When my mother was pregnant, I wished for a younger sister or an older sibling. Someone that would pamper me and look after me or someone younger that I could share all my secrets with. Not once did I want a younger brother because I thought he would be the most immature person in the world and really annoying.
Growing up, he had a talent that surpassed quite a few people. He picked up a cricket ball at an early age and has flourished into an amazing cricket player. Along with that, I can say with a lot of confidence, that he has become one of the brightest, mature and handsome men that I've met. I'm not saying this just because he's my brother, I've heard it from other people that he has become a kind, young man, who matured quite quickly.
As a sibling, I didn't have much to offer him. With our age difference being so big, and my parents taking care of his studies and cricket, all I could say to him was to make sure he didn't make the same mistakes I did.
And he hasn't. My brother has excelled in everything he has done. He put in tons of hard work and it's all paid off. My brother is one of the most amazing people I have met. Not once do I wish I had someone else as my sibling because even though he's 16 and probably immature many times, he's the one person I can turn to for anything. Someone who when he comes home will fight for me and fight with me.
We've grown up from biting each other and fighting each other to talking walks, watching movies and fighting over food. And he's the one person who hasn't judged me. At all. No matter what my flaws are or the mistakes I've made, he's the only one who has seen me for the person I am and nothing else. He knows that people make mistakes and he sees me for that. That doesn't mean that he doesn't shout at me when I make a mistake. Of course he does! But that's why I love him.
I'm probably writing this because he left last week and I miss the fact that the house isn't noisy anymore and no one is watching TV or the PS3.
But I know that he's someone who will do anything for me, just like I would do for him.
