The sister and I have exchanged our clothes a number of times. In the days that I no longer remember, she sure must have got many hand-me-downs. Oh yes, she started her school with my used books and my uniform before she got her own. A number of dresses that would not fit me anymore would be given for her to use. She being very short than me, would drown in those long frocks. Sometimes, I could use her frocks too. You know, in those days they got everything little bigger than the actual size just in case if there was a sudden growth spurt! Ok, this was all from the days we were very little and the parents still had control over our choices.
When we were in our early teens, we were very different, physically. She was very thin and short while I was taller. This meant none of your clothes would fit each other. We happily had our share of clothes. Even then, the sister had the joy of occasionally taking an old dress of mine and trying it at home – no matter how loose it was. And then, suddenly there was this time we were looking alike. Magically, all our clothes fitted each other. This also meant there were constant quarrels over who took whose dress and so on.
During college, I had to leave very early in the morning and sister would still be sleeping. I would happily wear her dress and would slowly sneak out of the house before she finds out. It so happened that on some days, she would also search for the same dress and in the evening, there would be some super funny drama. On some days, she got up with an alarm just to check if I am not wearing her salwar 😀
I happened to move to Bangalore later and I had left a pile of my clothes at home. The sister would wear my clothes everyday to college and by the time I am home, Amma would ensure everything looked the same. I would not even have the slightest of idea, if Amma would not leak their little secret 😆 Sometimes, while coming back to Bangalore I would pack her dress with me just to get back at her. The drama that ensued later would be too funny 😀
And then I got married, brought everything that belonged to mine back with me. We missed our clothes exchange saga terribly, apart from the many other things. My clothes would seem totally boring to me, without my sister trying to grab a few. I would keep apart some kurthis and salwars for her, from my collection. And she did the same too. Whenever I went shopping, before looking out for me I would look out for something nice for her. She would take me to that new store where there is new collection, when we met. Our immature fights over clothes moved to another level. But that doesn’t mean, we are over our silly days – not just yet.
This morning I found her old kurthi in my cupboard and decided to wear it for work. When I sent her my picture on whatsapp, our same old story continued – but only online this time 😀
Ah, the pleasures of having a sister! 🙂