I have experienced the ugliest of sister fights,
Day by day, notching up and reaching new heights.
We would scratch, we would seethe,
to our mom’s words, we would pay no heed.
This was my troublesome childhood,
constantly sulking and condemning sisterhood.
I would pray, I would plead,
“Sister, please write my essay”, I would beseech.
I would trade my pocket money,
for a diagram or two in my science copy.
I saw my enemy no. 1 in my sister,
I fought back dirty, with all the courage I could muster.
The walk back home after school was not all gay,
she would hold my hands tight and say,
“yeh haath nahi, hathkaadi hai”.
And so and so, continued my childhood,
with me rebelling like a daredevil robinhood.
But somehow, someway my enemy no. 1,
became someone who understood me like nobody and none.
I saw myself taking tips from my sister,
when my day or life ran hither and tither.
She would drop a free advice or two,
which I would latch on to,
and cross the hurdle, through and through.
Thus and thus, started the mentorship,
with engaging 1 to 1s and lifetime free membership.
My sister has been an astute mentor, a relentless supporter,
if need be, she would chide me like a mother.
She taught me how to use correct grammar,
she would panic if my prepositions ran haywire.
She encouraged me to go on stage,
urged me to break my own cage.
She would advise me to fight for myself,
and if I failed, she would land on the battlefield herself.
She started in me the reading fire,
of mystery and conspiracy, romance and thriller.
We spoke about the Bermuda triangle at large,
of UFOs and shooting stars,
while skygazing in the warm nights of march.
She initiated me into the Hogwarts world of witchcraft and wizardry,
of the boy who lived and Voldemort’s dark sorcery.
She introduced me to the world of Mills and Boons,
just in time, when I stopped watching looney tunes.
I confess, my sister gave me lessons on love and hurt,
on passion and emotion, on courtship and relationship.
My sister, my skin and blister,
counsels me when life throws a twister,
She warns me when I go out with a suspicious mister.
She tells me, “Life is not fair,
stop sulking, buckle up
and bring back your flair.”
I cherish my mentor, my skin and blister,
my friend, confidant and teacher.
In life, it’s rare to find an all-in-one mentor,
For some, it’s a sister,
for some, it’s a brother,
and for others, it’s mother mentor.
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