My Sister Doll and Me

Prologue: This post is for my kiddo, my sister. She is in her early twenties, yet to me she feels like a kiddo. She is away for a week and I am missing her. So this post is a sort of profile on her (and us). Warning: This is a long winding, personal post. You may skip if not interested.


Doll and me. Chinese doll-looking kid is my sister.
It is her fav picture. A framed copy of it lays on her bedside table.

I remember the first time I saw my sister in the hospital. A white cotton-like baby wrapped in white sheet. She was so fragile that I was scared to hold her in my arms. Later when she grew old enough to eat solid foods, her feeding time would be a treat for me. A nightmare for Ma because my sister wouldn’t eat any baby food, and I would happily eat the baby food meant for her. I don’t know why I liked it!

I and my sister have lived apart for about 10 years since we both were studying and working in different cities. We met only once or twice a year. If lucky, then 4 or 5 times a year. Doll always wrote me long letters, which I did my best to reply. Sometimes, my best was not enough. :sheepish: But my sister wrote me ceaselessly. She is a fantastic letter writer, capable of evoking vociferous emotions from the most taciturn person around. I have saved each one of her letter. She still leaves a letter or note whenever she leaves. In fact, the day she is leaving, I find myself hurrying to home just to see her letter I know she would have left.

Calling my sister a kiddo may mislead a reader. Because my kid sister does a great job of looking after me. Yes, looking after me. She is the one who constantly fusses over my food. She knows that I forget to drink water (for that matter I even forget to eat food until headache beckons); she has taken it to herself to remind me on and off. Also, she cooks. She loves to cook. And it would seem she cooks for me. She knows I love spicy food (she can not eat chilly herself), so she pours lots of chilly into food out of love. So much chilly that even I am C-C-ing πŸ˜› Yet her food is tasty.

I have a common thing with lord Hanuman. It is said that Hanumanji was cursed so he never knew his own powers and talents unless someone else reminded him. When he crossed seven seas to find Sita, he was praised and encouraged by Sugreev, Jamvant and others. (I read this in a book long back in school when I had no new books to read.)

This is true for me too. I am lazy crawler; everything I have done in my life has been because of a small push/nudge by someone. My parents recognised my talent early when they realised I was far ahead of the kids in my class. Like, I had learnt all 12 tenses when I was in second standard (I was 6 then.) So they pushed me for academic excellence, and I obliged them year after year. My sister on the other, though she was always in top 5, enjoyed that there were no such expectations from her. I was envious of her then. But I digress. Back to the nudge by people.

Even this blog. I started it because I had promised someone and also because I was pushed. Now Doll has taken that position, she pushed me to take driving classes. She pushes me to exercise. (I have not exercised for a single day since she has been away.) She berated me for not keeping my promise to join the Jazz dance class this month. I will join next month.

Doll’s compassion hasn’t only be reserved for me, even for her friends. After years of witnessing her friends taking advantage of her, I am aggressively protective when it comes to her decisions related to friendship. One time she agreed to lend 15k to a colleague she had known only 5 months earlier! I think I was overly protective of her in everything. I remember once she was flying alone, I was not sure if my sister would manage the check-in safely. Poor girl had to borrow a phone before boarding to call me to assure. πŸ˜€ I feel silly now for I needn’t bothered. In fact, Doll has done me proud for her smooth transition from college to career. She handled all the job interviews with an Γ©lan in a new city (she navigated on her own everywhere), that too just a week after she finished college. She bagged all the jobs she went for and chose to work in a NGO than working as a HR executive in corporate. :sheepishly: I had done my best to nudge her to HR.Β  She has been firm in her decision to stick to NGO.

Doll also leads by example. She is the one who inspired me for meagre cooking I know and do on rarest of occasions. She is an immaculate housekeeper, while I am the sloppy one. At a given point on my bed, there are pillows and cushions spread around. Several books and magazines lay all over my bed. Laptop plugged in. DVDs that I hope to watch, yet I never watch are spread across. TV remote hidden somewhere beneath, same for cell phone. When night arrives, I just make some space and go to sleep.

Everyday my sister ensures my bed is made so that I feel free to make clutter I love on my bed. I tell her not to bother, instead take time out for herself. But she pays no heed to me. Day after day when I come back from work, my room continues to be squeaky clean. Since the day she has gone, I return to my cluttered bed. I make up my bed only in her memory and clutter it again for next day.

There used to be time, when I would incessantly wake Doll up in morning so that she puts some food in the stomach. Or quarrel with her to make her eat something she doesn’t like. In my anger, several times I have screamed, you should go and stay with Ma. Ma will know how to take care of you for I can’t handle you. Later one day, Ma told me when she asked my sis to come home, Doll told her that she will stay with me no matter what I say until I marry! Since that day, I never ever asked Doll to go to Ma. I understand, for better or worse, we have to be there for each other.

Doll, I am missing you. When you come back, I promise not to ignore you while I am at my laptop. I will try not to abruptly shut your running commentary when I am watching my favourite show or a movie. I will try to shut you up gently . πŸ˜› I will also ignore all that mindless hours of channel-surfing you do. (After 3-4 hours, there is nothing we have seen in entirety!) But I promise I will chuck the laptop to listen to whatever you say. Come back soon, I love you, my baby. πŸ˜€

59 Responses to “My Sister Doll and Me”

  1. 1 Anshul March 19, 2009 at 1:29 pm

    ” Warning: This is a long winding, personal post. You may skip if not interested. ”

    Great! I skipped it already, and Here I comment. πŸ˜‰

    I am hereby, very obliged to know, Sir, that you cared to comment πŸ™‚

  2. 2 sakhi March 19, 2009 at 1:35 pm

    Awwww… It was a sweet post. I will never know these emotions since i am a single child. But i wish your sis gets better and be with you soon.

    P.S. Its God’s grace that your sis’s diagnosis was confirmed. I am humbled that you mention me time and again in that respect. But sincerely, i just suggested. Thanks for the acknowledgement.

    P. S. S. I know the above para is a bit formal but can’t put it lightly since i really feel humbled.

    Take Care

    I AM really thankful to you. Atleast, my sister has been diagnosed, though I still haven’t been able to figure a diet that should help her. There are so many things she can not eat, its a worrisome thing.

    Being a single kid has its own charms, I had a best friend at school who was single. He used to be envy of many people. πŸ™‚

  3. 3 Reema March 19, 2009 at 2:47 pm


    Lovely and wonderful post.
    β€œI do not believe that the accident of birth makes people sisters and brothers. It makes them siblings. Gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood are conditions people have to work at. It’s a serious matter. You compromise, you give, you take, you stand firm, and you’re relentless…And it is an investment. Sisterhood means if you happen to be in Burma and I happen to be in San Diego and I’m married to someone who is very jealous and you’re married to somebody who is very possessive, if you call me in the middle of the night, I have to come.”

    ~Maya Angelou quotes ( American Poet, b.1928 )

    She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child. ~Barbara Alpert

    My sister too went away to do MBBS when i was in class 7. And now she is so France but the bind is still so strong. I too used to write her long letters. Once I wrote her a 14 page letter πŸ™‚ And when she was doing her internship from our city, we used to have this “mulakatless notepad” hanging at our bedroom door where we used to leave each other notes.
    And I can’t begin to tell how much I have troubled my Didi out of my OCD. I even pester to keep the tiles properly on the scrabble board while playing. πŸ˜€
    An example of my sister’s fondness for me – “What is this MM awards that you are campaigning about? Its not worth voting for as you are not there in any categories” πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€
    In my case she has been the caretaker most of the times.

    Loved your post! *wiping tears and sniffing*

    :hugs to you, Reema:

    That’s a wonderful quote. I notice that you ahve become a quotation bee on blogsphere. I can understand your nostalgia, any sister would. We too play scrabble, and I keep prodding her to make her moves fast. You know it takes hours and hours to cnclude the game at times. About MM awards, Hehe, your sister is very sweet! and yes, my sister is certainly my partner in crime :evil grin: πŸ˜‰

  4. 4 ian in hamburg March 19, 2009 at 3:22 pm

    That was one post that should not be skipped. πŸ™‚

    Hey, now you are being kind. πŸ™‚ I wrote that because I usually dont write personal posts and some people may not want to read it.

  5. 5 Indyeah March 19, 2009 at 3:22 pm

    awww…this post was so touching poonam!So moving I am smiling and yearning all at the same time..I am the only girl in the family but I have found sisters over the years and now a new elder sis who is very special..

    Loved these lines of maya Angelou that Reema has shared,”I do not believe that the accident of birth makes people sisters and brothers. It makes them siblings. Gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood are conditions people have to work at”

    you both look so so cute!and so adorable πŸ™‚
    May god bless you both :))
    Everytime I get to know you a little more I am in awe..remeber the conversation when I was just in awe?:)
    and now here again..
    you both are lucky to have each other *touchwood*

    And you both are special…you have described her so lovingly here..the love shines through:)
    She is lucky to have you too:)
    what an elder sis to have:)

    love always:)

    Hey, Abhi, thanks for this and also calling about it. That was such a sweet gesture. Yes, we are lucky to have each other. Oh yes, also to have u as our sister. πŸ™‚ Take care, buddy and cya soon!

  6. 6 Vee March 19, 2009 at 3:27 pm

    So, that makes you what? In early Thirties???

    Only YOU could be impertinent to ask this question. Haven’t you heard never ask a lady her age? πŸ˜› And I am beginning to doubt your claim that you’re gud with numbers πŸ˜‰

  7. 7 Rupa March 19, 2009 at 4:29 pm

    Hi Poonam,

    You have brought out your emotions very well in writing. I should say it is very touching.

    Wish your sis gets well soon.


    Hey, thanks Rupa for coming by to share your appreciation! My sis is doing ok for now. Thanks agin for caring. πŸ™‚

  8. 8 Man of Roma March 19, 2009 at 4:38 pm

    I’m going out Poonam, as I said in Twitter. I’ll be back and comment when you are asleep though 😦

    Such a beautiful post!

    Ok, no problem! πŸ™‚

  9. 9 Aathira March 19, 2009 at 5:08 pm

    Beautiful post!

    Had tears by the time i was half way through!

    Hey, :wiping your tears and hugs: Glad that you liked it, thanks for commenting! You too have a younger sister or brother?

  10. 10 Chirag March 19, 2009 at 6:46 pm

    Awesome you and you sis are really great friend :). I totally am with this one, me and my bro are also really thick.

    Wish her speedy recovery and soon you both do a lot of channel surfing and Poonam let her listen to her fav songs. And now all the movies are free earlier I was thinking of charging 1 re for each movie πŸ™‚

    Do, Tell Doll, we all wish her the best.

    Yes, we are great friends. It was not so when we were kids, for I thought she was too younge to share my secrets with. She is still v innocent. I took her to DevD with me. She couldn’t make much of it and rates it as worst experience of life. 😦

    Oh yes, she is music freak, listens to songs all the time, from her phone, radio and television everywhere. A

    And YOU, you ahd planned to charge me 1 re!! Hehe I would have gladly paid you that much. πŸ˜› Here’s to brotherhood and sisterhood! πŸ˜€

  11. 11 Solilo March 19, 2009 at 9:55 pm

    Touching and a sweet post, Poonam. Doll is really a doll and so caring towards her older sister. Siblings are just amazing.

    The last para is true for anyone. When we shut our doors and demand freedom from parental nagging, when we finish up that pending work (which is pending because of procrastination) and refuses to take little kid for a bike ride, when we are too busy browsing that we forget to pick up the phone and be there for a real friend. Sometimes we just lose touch with reality. That’s why such posts are needed. It shows people still care even when they sometimes forget to acknowledge.

    That’s one cute picture of you guys. She calls you Puchu right. Remember you mentioned it on my blog when I wrote about my brother and me.

    Yes, Doll is v v caring. Not only to me, those she loves me most, she is caring to anyone whom she finds good and vulnerable. telling about puchu stuff here. That was to be with ya only. πŸ˜›

    Yes, I wrote this post mostly to acknowledge and make a public commitment ot myself. A brief separation can sometimes do wonders that ages of living together may not.

  12. 12 Man of Roma March 19, 2009 at 10:44 pm

    This post is quite moving. It talks about love and about missing a loved person.

    I didn’t read many personal posts by you, and the ones I read were touching. Who knows, maybe the persons who don’t talk much about themselves, when they do, they really do it, the thing like coming from an inner urge.

    And let me tell you that the picture is sooo cute.

    It is curious how she is the one to push you, even if she is younger. You seem a woman with a strong will; sometimes when you asked me things, I just couldn’t say no lol.

    I regret I didn’t have brothers, although this relationship sisters often have is something not entirely understandable by a man. We are not dumber. We are just different. I though have two daughters and this helps me to understand, which doesn’t mean I don’t get lost in their complexities all the same.

    Ciao dear Poonam

    Oh, you have two daughters, I am sure you understand some of it. πŸ™‚ Yes, I am strong, but sometimes I too fall prey to my quirks and weaknesses, and my siter in those times is the voice of sanity. There are days I complain about inane things like I don’t have a good watch (I don’t wear one actually though I hve 3 watches), or I dont have this or sister knowing that I need to rant..keeps giggling quietly till I spend myself out. So now it happens that next time when I am about to launch into my next litany of complaints, we both first burst into peals of laughter, complaints forgotton. These are few simpler things my sister gives me. I know not if someoneelse will understand that I don’t always need a solution just a sympathetic ear to some inane rant. πŸ™‚

    Thanks for your comments, manofroma πŸ™‚

    • 13 Man of Roma March 20, 2009 at 3:16 pm

      Yes, I think I understand. The simpler things are often those that make us happy and help us keep going.

      Yep, simpler things keep us going! Well said. πŸ™‚

  13. 14 Arpit March 19, 2009 at 10:48 pm

    lovely snap
    you mentioned it in your previous posts that your sister was not well but i am glad to know that she is improving now πŸ˜›
    i think there are some people who work not for earning a living but for making a difference with their work in their own life and other peoples life and your sister seems to be one of them ……
    that is really great
    and in terms of household chores i think both you and withering are sisters in comfort .. lolz ……( chote bhai bheno se kaam karate ho ! πŸ˜› )

    in between with which ngo is she working ?
    and where are you guys joining the jazz classes?

    Spoken like a true younger sibling, kaam karwate hain hum hehehe In my case, I would rather not want my sister to do anything, I feel guilty, but she has a gud heart that perhaps I can never compare to. NGO thing will email ya. Thinking of joining gud old Danceworx, withering too had thought of it until she joined those German classes.

  14. 15 gauri March 19, 2009 at 10:50 pm


    This is the first post I read on your blog, and I’m glad I that I did. Much as it’s about your dear sister, it speaks so much of you as well πŸ™‚

    Here’s to two wonderful women!


    Hey, gauri, welcome! Thank you for the appreciation. Personal posts are few on my blog, you would rather see me ranting and slying blaming everything on government here. πŸ˜‰

  15. 16 Smita March 19, 2009 at 11:50 pm

    Awww!!! this is one of the best post I have read in recent times.

    It is so so well written and is dripping with the affection that you two share…Though I have a brother but we never bonded this ways…..


    Cheer up, she will be back soon πŸ™‚

    Yeah, I speak to her on phone and she can ask me is what am I eating! Which, of course, I am not interested to answer πŸ™‚ Thanks for the appreciation, Smita. And everyone has a different bond with their sibling that can’t be defined. I always wanted a Big Bro, is yours younger or elder?

  16. 17 vimmuuu March 20, 2009 at 3:42 am

    I second Smita, this is one of the sweetest post I have read in recent times. and if I am not wrong, this is the sweetest post you have ever written too. Both of you are lucky to have each other.

    Guess what, I had been like Doll during my school days, always in top 5, no expectations. I used to get compared with my big bro (both teachers and parents), he was always 1. and also on her letter writing habit. I once sent a 23 page letter to my bro only on WWE (wrestling) and posted it from Dubai πŸ˜€

    But you are such a spoilt elder sis, I say πŸ˜‰ LOL.

    and Doll, now that we all know you, you are being missed by each one of us. Come back soon, will you? πŸ˜€

    Yes, Doll certainly does spoil me. πŸ˜‰ And she has written 17 pages letters to me and more. Doll, will come back early next week. Thank you for such sweet and kind words! πŸ™‚

    P.S: But such a long letter solely on WWE? πŸ˜€ Only a crazy guy can do that. πŸ˜›

  17. 18 praneshachar March 20, 2009 at 6:01 am

    lovely post what passion and love for DOLL. photo of both is very cute and certainly doll is a pretty doll. why u call her dullu?
    u r very lucky to hv such a wonderful sis.
    I whole heartedly wish she will be back to normal at the earliest and may god shower his blessings on her for a grand recovery and back to normal
    u hv put all you love affection filled in post and tears roll down in majority after reading your great wonderful affectionate post
    thanks for sharing your personal life with sis here
    all the best to both of you

    πŸ˜€ I just love to call her by various names. Thank you for yuor blessings for Doll. I couldnt have asked more. πŸ™‚

  18. 19 Prerna March 20, 2009 at 12:36 pm

    I don’t think there can be a relationship more beautiful than two sisters. I can absolutely relate to your post, I have a younger sister too and she is very close to me.

    Yes, as I told Reema in response to her comment, a sister will always understand. Thanks for stopping by and adding your two cents! πŸ™‚

  19. 20 amreekandesi March 20, 2009 at 6:03 pm

    That picture is so adorable!

    Wish your sister the best of health!

    Thank you, AD! πŸ™‚

  20. 21 Smita March 20, 2009 at 7:32 pm

    He is my elder bro and are poles apart….we used to fight like cats n dogs but post pur marriages we both have pacified πŸ˜€ and are more appreciative of eachother.

    But yes even now it takes seconds for both of us to start fighting πŸ™‚

    And u shud eat girl πŸ™‚ because it is a necessity and ur not eating wud worry doll πŸ™‚

    Well, I do eat when mys tomach growls or headache beckons, but otherwise routine ensures we eat. I am glad you and your bro have pacified now, don’t quarel much πŸ˜› Sometimes you quarrel a lot with people you love most! πŸ™‚

  21. 22 Ava March 20, 2009 at 9:20 pm

    Your sis really looks like a doll. I am an only sis with 2 bros. My cousins are all older and have always pampered me to death. I desperately wanted a sis of my own. Hang on to yours !

    Yeah, I am sure they pampered you. πŸ˜€ If you wanted a sis, I too wated an elder brother. πŸ˜‰ But I am not complaing and taking your advice to hang on to mine! πŸ˜› Take care!

  22. 23 Phoenixritu March 20, 2009 at 11:59 pm

    This is such a sweet post, written straight from the heart. It reminded me of the relationship I shared with my younger brother. Cherish her and cherish these memories. Hope she comes back soon

    Thanks, Ritu, I do cherish these memories πŸ™‚

  23. 24 Reema March 21, 2009 at 1:07 am

    This is so poignant.

    I wish my daughters realize what they have while they are growing up.
    I never had a sister. You are lucky.

    Of course, your daughters will realise it too. YOU don’t need to tell them, they soon learn and appreciate kinship. And if you didnt have sister, you did have brother, so cheer up, girl! πŸ™‚

  24. 25 museditions March 21, 2009 at 3:48 am

    As others have said, I found this personal post of yours very heartwarming, loving and beautifully written. You are wise to recognize that a separation can make us appreciate each other even more.
    I loved seeing the photo, too! What a good-looking pair you are. And Doll does all that for you when she is home? May I borrow her for several weeks? I need straightening out! πŸ˜›
    Glad she is feeling better and getting treatment. πŸ™‚

    Hehe..I laughed at the cheekiness of your comment. No, Doll is only mne, no lending business πŸ˜› Yes, separation envokes all kinds of emotions in me. Doll is being treated but more than the treatment she requires a healthy, well-nourished lifestyles that is sometimes jeopardised by busy work schedules and other inane banalities of life. 😦 But we are doing our best to keep up.

  25. 26 Vikas Gupta March 21, 2009 at 8:57 am

    poignant indeed, as Reema-II noted above!

    Very touching post! Should get some reward.

    The photo is mind-blowingly cute. Doll is so adorable! And of course she has a great sis. πŸ˜€

    All the best to both of you.

    haha thanks for all the mindblowing compliments πŸ˜‰

  26. 27 dinu March 21, 2009 at 4:07 pm

    sweet pot πŸ™‚ I am also a lazy bug, btw

    For a minute I wondered why you said pot! and then it came to me you mean sweet post. Thanku Thanku πŸ˜›

  27. 28 Biju Mathews March 21, 2009 at 11:08 pm

    This is one of the sweetest post I’ve read in a long time. Love each other. God bless you two!!

    Keep Blogging!!

    That is a sweet comliment, Biju, thanks πŸ™‚

  28. 29 Amit March 22, 2009 at 2:25 am

    We tend to take our family members for granted. I remember, as a kid I was very critical of my mom’s food. I wanted to eat like a king all the time. When I went to live in a hostel, that is when I realized that my mom is the best cook in the world. When I returned back, I had tears in my eyes every time I sat to eat dinner with my family. πŸ™‚
    Also, me and my sis used to fight like cats and dogs. When I went to study, we suddenly stopped fighting. There was a maturity which suddenly seeped in. Infact I don’t remember the last time we fought! πŸ™‚ There is so much to tell each other now a days. πŸ™‚
    The pic is beautiful.

    You bet, I too was critical of my Mom’s food until I was sent away to study. I learnt how lucky I was to have good food. Yes, the pic is beautiful. Thanks for coming by! πŸ™‚

  29. 30 Alice March 22, 2009 at 1:25 pm

    i so love this pic, Reema! its wonderful…

    Oh, you mean this! No problem, happens! πŸ™‚

    • 31 Reema March 24, 2009 at 10:27 pm

      Ok I get the “Reema” typo but i dont get your reply to her comment, Poonam.

      I have replied to Alice in her second comment. πŸ™‚

  30. 32 Alice March 22, 2009 at 1:27 pm

    and now i wonder why i wrote Reema?!?!?! πŸ˜›


    Sorry POONAM

    me just lost or suffering from foot-in-da-mouth syndrome or something to do with a Freudian slip…grrr…

    u got it right…!

    anyways the pic is damn cute…:P

    Why you wrote Reema? I missed something I guess. Could you please elaborate what you mean?

  31. 34 vishesh unni raghunathan March 22, 2009 at 2:31 pm

    Ha sisters πŸ˜‰ they are the most amazing persons you will ever meet πŸ˜‰ Hope she recovers πŸ˜€

    THanks, Vishesh, she is ‘recovering’ as in its a lifelong ailment, it can just be handles and controlled well with a healthy lifestyle.

  32. 35 sulz March 22, 2009 at 6:12 pm

    thanks for sharing something so personal with us. πŸ™‚ i enjoyed reading it.

    Thanks, sulz, its sometimes hard for me to write about my personal things in public space πŸ™‚

  33. 36 Liju Philip March 23, 2009 at 1:47 pm

    now, am gonna demand that my brother write such a blog post for me πŸ˜›


  34. 37 scorpria March 23, 2009 at 4:13 pm

    Lovely post!

    I miss my brother like hell, now! 😦 (that should say it all, abt yur post!)

    Hey, girl how are you? I hope that you see your brother soon. Thanks for your appreciation! πŸ™‚

  35. 39 santhosh March 24, 2009 at 1:26 pm

    hi, nice to go through ur blog…well written…why don’t you write in ur own mother tongue…? it is much more easier way to reach the masses…

    as i know, now a days typing in an Indian language is not a big task…recently i was searching for the user friendly Indian language typing tool and found… ” quillpad “.

    heard that it is much more superior than the Google’s indic transliteration..!? though Google has an option for only 5 languages and no rich text facility…but here in ‘quillpad’ it has an option for 9 Indian languages and has got Rich Text option too.

    do u know….expressing our views in our own mother tongue is a great feeling…and it is our duty too. so, save,protect,popularize and communicate in our own mother tongue….

    try this,

    Jai… Ho….

    • 40 Vikas Gupta March 25, 2009 at 8:11 am

      Ah Santosh!

      The same hullabaloo and fuss! Mother tongue!

      Let people write in any language they like. I like Hindi and sometimes do write in Hindi. But I love English more!

      Just because people do not write in a particular language does not mean they have no respect/love for it.

      I have yet to try Quillpad! Will try it soon. You write like you are promoting Quillpad.

      And hello you advocate of mother tongue, you could have written your comments here in the Devnagari script! :mrgreen: It was your “duty”! :mrgreen:

      expressing our views in our own mother tongue is a great feeling…and it is our duty too. so, save,protect,popularize and communicate in our own mother tongue….

      Yeah! it is a good/great feeling but it not our DUTY! Your is a slightly fundamentalist interpretation. 😦

      I struck off the comment..for it was dishonest. A marketing gimmick wrapped in moral commentary. Detestful. So deleted the link. You have a point though, why did he not write in Hindi himself? πŸ˜€

    • 41 Vikas Gupta March 27, 2009 at 8:26 pm

      Poonam, YOU struck off the comment! You ended up making it more prominent, LOL!

  36. 42 mystic margarita March 25, 2009 at 2:09 am

    This is such a sweet post! Loved it – and the picure is absolutely adorable.

    Thank you, mystic margarita! πŸ™‚

  37. 43 Biju Mathews March 25, 2009 at 3:35 am

    So happy to know that you got the award for this post. Congrats!!

    Thank you, Biju! πŸ™‚

  38. 44 Vikas Gupta March 25, 2009 at 8:01 am

    Glad you got awarded on this! πŸ˜€

    P.S.: You may choose the option to display gravatar images with comments here. Ignore my suggestion if you deliberately switched it off. With the images it is easy find someone’s comment. For e.g. here I was really looking for Reema’s comments and if it had her photo, it would have simplified things. Besides, you have two Reema here!

    Yes, I had chosen to keep that option off! Will think about it. πŸ˜›

  39. 45 Indian Homemaker March 25, 2009 at 10:39 pm

    I hope your sister gets well fast and you are together when you blog on your laptop and she chanels surfs πŸ™‚
    The photograph is adorable, reminded me of my sister and me πŸ™‚

    My sister loves long online conversations and if I start typing a comment in between conversation, she can hear the sound of typing and accuses me of ignoring her !
    It’s great to have a sibling you are close to. In the end they become your best friends, no?

    Yes, my sister today can be called my best friend. πŸ™‚ IHM, thanks for your wishes for my sister. My sister came back this week, she channel surfs and I am at laptop but we still manage to chat (thanks to my new vow) πŸ˜›
    P.S: I laughed at your sister accusing you of ignoring her!! Happens πŸ™‚

  40. 46 Kanupriya March 29, 2009 at 1:46 pm

    Wow, this was truly sweet…I can totally relate to your feelings for your sister…younger siblings r like that only. U share a unique bonding with them which no one can replace in this world. I do not have a sister but had a younger brother who was like a life to me but God had some other plans for him…& I only know how difficult it is to now survive without him.
    May God cure your sister soon & may you both always share this sweet bonding forever!

    Kanupriya, I am sorry to hear about your loss. May God bless you and your brotehr’s soul. Thanks for your wishes! After reaidng you comment, I silently sent a prayer of thanks to God for goving me such a sweet sister. Thank you, Kanupriya for coming by and making me realise that once again during the day. πŸ™‚

  41. 47 deepsm25 March 29, 2009 at 5:47 pm

    that sure was a very beautiful and a heartrenching post!!

    Thanks, Deep! πŸ™‚

  42. 48 mijan June 7, 2009 at 12:07 pm

    i want the present photo of the 2 sisters. pls mail me.

  43. 49 Kiran September 6, 2009 at 4:38 am

    Such a lovely post πŸ™‚ How did I ever missed it?

  44. 51 ArF November 30, 2009 at 3:40 pm

    Beautiful post… The best i have read in recent weeks..

    I dont know how i landed up here… i was going through some tech post on some other blog that had comments, i clicked on one person, that led me to another blog with comments, again clicked forward to another blog and then to another blog and finally here.. thats a lot of clicks you mite say… but i closed all the other tabs (blogs) and yours was the only one that remained open.. cuz i was hooked.. by this article..

    beautifully written.. at the end of it, i was actually having a lump on my throat.. i also have a bro and a sis, both of them younger to me (and my bro looks like a chinese doll himself… πŸ˜€ look at the coincidence)… but this more like reminds me of something i should be doing… πŸ™‚ btw..i seem to be having dolls character though.. πŸ™‚

    and i will pray for her to get better or at least live better if the problem persists.. πŸ™‚

    Your blog is bookmarked… πŸ˜‰ πŸ™‚

    p.s. does Doll have a blog.. πŸ™‚

    • 52 Poonam Sharma November 30, 2009 at 10:18 pm

      Hey, your comment is exactly why some bloggers are motivated to write more. It seemed you wrote straight from heart. Thank you for your kind words and prayers for my sister. Hope you siblings are united forever. You seem to be an elder sister, are you?

      P.S: No, Doll doesn’t have a blog yet. And she is a lurker on my blog. πŸ™‚

  45. 53 Radha November 30, 2009 at 4:11 pm

    Came across the link to this post through your tweet today.. This is a wonderful post Poonam πŸ™‚

  46. 55 Pratyush November 30, 2009 at 8:21 pm

    This is a super sweet post. I have a big family and I know how you feel. Its a bad-bad thing for Doll to have IBS. I am sure she is managing it best. All my wishes.
    BTW, I looked into all the comments, thinking Doll will comment. Eager to know how she reciprocates these lovely words. That would make it a complete circle.

  47. 57 Shishir May 21, 2013 at 1:33 pm

    Both are looking so cute….

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