People generally tend to have an allergy towards something. My little sister had an aversion towards banana. She was never a fan of banana's She would not stand the sight of anyone eating that fruit. Such was her hatred for this particular fruit.
When we were young, our cousins used to forcibly feed her banana. She would helplessly puke everything that she ate. You might call her crazy but yes she hated bananas to the core. We tried our best by cajoling, requesting, pleading her to eat this fruit because this was rich in minerals and vitamins necessary for the body. But she would pay no heed to any of our requests. But the fun part was that my smart sister would eat banana chips but would never eat the banana.
I am at loss for words right now as I am writing few memorable things depicting interesting things about my beloved sister who is no more. I don't know what to say. Banana's were the first thing that came to my mind when alphabet B was thrown to me. I initially thought of writing about Bond, or the beginnings. But the bond was something special and everyone is aware of the special bond and the place she had in our life. Even right now all our childhood memories flash in front of my eyes as I type this. I could see my baby sister in front of my eyes. I am badly hurt by her loss and will never forgive God for snatching her from our tiny little world at a tender age of 24. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM AND WILL HATE HIM FOREVER.
Writing about beginnings would be another great irony at a time when we feel that our world has just crashed and ended. The kickstart isn't going to be easy and I realize and feel for people who have lost their loved ones. When a person becomes a memory, the world turns upside down and lamenting over the lost days become an everyday task. Did you like this post? Get The Solitary Writers updates via Facebook or Twitter, better yet, subscribe to it via RSS Feed. It’s easy, and free! Comments are just another way to let me know how you feel.Don't forget to comment.
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When we were young, our cousins used to forcibly feed her banana. She would helplessly puke everything that she ate. You might call her crazy but yes she hated bananas to the core. We tried our best by cajoling, requesting, pleading her to eat this fruit because this was rich in minerals and vitamins necessary for the body. But she would pay no heed to any of our requests. But the fun part was that my smart sister would eat banana chips but would never eat the banana.
I am at loss for words right now as I am writing few memorable things depicting interesting things about my beloved sister who is no more. I don't know what to say. Banana's were the first thing that came to my mind when alphabet B was thrown to me. I initially thought of writing about Bond, or the beginnings. But the bond was something special and everyone is aware of the special bond and the place she had in our life. Even right now all our childhood memories flash in front of my eyes as I type this. I could see my baby sister in front of my eyes. I am badly hurt by her loss and will never forgive God for snatching her from our tiny little world at a tender age of 24. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM AND WILL HATE HIM FOREVER.
Writing about beginnings would be another great irony at a time when we feel that our world has just crashed and ended. The kickstart isn't going to be easy and I realize and feel for people who have lost their loved ones. When a person becomes a memory, the world turns upside down and lamenting over the lost days become an everyday task. Did you like this post? Get The Solitary Writers updates via Facebook or Twitter, better yet, subscribe to it via RSS Feed. It’s easy, and free! Comments are just another way to let me know how you feel.Don't forget to comment.
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