A family is a lot to take but that's where you know what love is. It can't happen again the love your sister gave you someday.
Like mother. I remember her everytime when I forget everything. She's in my head. I see her in traces of my melancholic rainbow. She smiles, stares at me and rains. I will never forget her frowns over me.
She used to call me by name. It wasn't how I felt it from the world. People say what's in the name. Well, nothing.
My father called me once when I was on drugs. He asked me how was I. I smiled and didn't reply. This is how I answer them. They may understand. Maybe.
A family is indeed a lot to take. But it won't happen again, the blessings of your Dadi. She used to ask me to visit temples with her. I used to go but just to leave her there. My God is different from her. He never sits inside a temple she used to go. He never sits. He dances inside my head whenever I try to sleep.
A family is a lot to take. But it won't happen again,while the complete you is still hiding inside the belly of your mother.