She did it !
"I'm gonna kill her if I find my book in her closet !", I said looking for the Lord of The Rings, The Two Towers in my sister's closet. "It's always her !".
I had been reading the Lord of The Rings series since the past month. I was on the second book of the series, and was stuck on the same page since the last few days. It was Diwali time and I did not get enough time to read the book. I was so excited about the Lord of The Rings film series that I decided to wait till I read all the books before watching any of the film in order to compare how different the films are.
I usually like doing things my way. It's simple and you don't need to go through a complex series of thinking and emotional tortures before you do something according to someone else. I used to think that reading books was really difficult. I never had a reading habit but I was giving it a lot of time now. I needed to become at least an avid reader and I could not do that without developing in me a habit of reading books. So, I took up reading as my year's resolution this year. I have read a lot of books by now, started with the Dan Brown series, a few by Paulo Coelho and some other famous writers. I also read a few of the famous biographies and autobiographies. Now it was time for the famous Lord Of The Rings series and I was really impressed by myself at having developed such a great interest at reading books rather than jumping on to the films first.
I banged her almirah angrily, moving on to her drawers. I hate my sister. She's always somehow trying to trouble me even when she knows I like some things only in a particular way. Her table, which is right next to mine, is always filled with a pile of books, falling off time and again on mine. Her table is almost double the length of mine, yet it cannot sustain the number of books she keeps on it. I keep getting irritated and angry with her, but she pays no heed to whatever I say. She has a very bad habit of not keeping her desk and closet clean and ordered and I am always irritated by this. You would think that it's her life, her table, she is the one defining the rules there. Yes, you are right, she has her rules, but that shouldn't affect my rules. All the time I am at home, I need to care about books falling off her table, unordered drawers which house almost all of our common belongings. She keeps taking stuff from my table and completely forgets where she kept it on her table.
I landed upon an old album of our family together while scraping through her drawer. I thought I would take a break of a minute or two and get back to searching again. I opened the photo album. Yes, we still keep albums, even after the advent of scanners and cameras. I guess old things are still considered to be gold. The album consisted of pictures of all of us, my mother, father, sister and me. I was about four years of age in the pictures as I could see and my sister was newly born then. She looked so cute. As I looked through, I saw pictures of me and her together. One of them had her eating her first birthday cake. She was so clumsy, all of her face was covered in cake, but the picture looked so good. I didn't remember any of that, I was just four then, but seeing that through the saved memories did bring a smile on my face.
It is a lot different now. We eat pizzas and burgers but I don't remember the last time we celebrated a birthday with a cake. The picture took me through a stream of memories. As I moved on, I remembered how dearly I took care of my sister and how once when I hurt her, I felt so bad. My sister always took care of me too. I remember once when I fell off my bicycle, she was the one who helped me get up and took me to daddy for treatment. I remember when she used to cry a lot, I used to go to her and tell her funny stories just because I hated her crying face. And yet, a bit earlier I was so angry with her that I wanted to hit her.
The album ended, but I kept staring at some of the pictures. My sister was the only person in the world I could trust. At least I could trust her to be always clumsy ! She was in a lot of trouble these days. You usually don't get lot of time when you are preparing for you exams, right ? I sometimes help her solving problems, be it with her syllabus or with guys who would trouble her. I wouldn't let them look at her without her permission. She keeps telling me to calm down, but angry is something I am always ready to be !
I put the album back to where I picked it form and resumed my search for the Lord of The Rings. "Where can it go ? Should be right around here...", I said. Just then my sister entered the room. I asked her if she saw the Lord of The Rings I was reading few days ago. She said, she had no clue, and carried on with her work. She moved a few books on her table due to which some books fell on my table, but I tried to be cool about it, took out a notebook, and went out of the room. I took her books, put them back on her table and as I was about to resume my search, I saw my book in one of the books I just kept back on her table.
"See, she did it again !", I stormed with anger.
I had been reading the Lord of The Rings series since the past month. I was on the second book of the series, and was stuck on the same page since the last few days. It was Diwali time and I did not get enough time to read the book. I was so excited about the Lord of The Rings film series that I decided to wait till I read all the books before watching any of the film in order to compare how different the films are.
I usually like doing things my way. It's simple and you don't need to go through a complex series of thinking and emotional tortures before you do something according to someone else. I used to think that reading books was really difficult. I never had a reading habit but I was giving it a lot of time now. I needed to become at least an avid reader and I could not do that without developing in me a habit of reading books. So, I took up reading as my year's resolution this year. I have read a lot of books by now, started with the Dan Brown series, a few by Paulo Coelho and some other famous writers. I also read a few of the famous biographies and autobiographies. Now it was time for the famous Lord Of The Rings series and I was really impressed by myself at having developed such a great interest at reading books rather than jumping on to the films first.
I banged her almirah angrily, moving on to her drawers. I hate my sister. She's always somehow trying to trouble me even when she knows I like some things only in a particular way. Her table, which is right next to mine, is always filled with a pile of books, falling off time and again on mine. Her table is almost double the length of mine, yet it cannot sustain the number of books she keeps on it. I keep getting irritated and angry with her, but she pays no heed to whatever I say. She has a very bad habit of not keeping her desk and closet clean and ordered and I am always irritated by this. You would think that it's her life, her table, she is the one defining the rules there. Yes, you are right, she has her rules, but that shouldn't affect my rules. All the time I am at home, I need to care about books falling off her table, unordered drawers which house almost all of our common belongings. She keeps taking stuff from my table and completely forgets where she kept it on her table.
I landed upon an old album of our family together while scraping through her drawer. I thought I would take a break of a minute or two and get back to searching again. I opened the photo album. Yes, we still keep albums, even after the advent of scanners and cameras. I guess old things are still considered to be gold. The album consisted of pictures of all of us, my mother, father, sister and me. I was about four years of age in the pictures as I could see and my sister was newly born then. She looked so cute. As I looked through, I saw pictures of me and her together. One of them had her eating her first birthday cake. She was so clumsy, all of her face was covered in cake, but the picture looked so good. I didn't remember any of that, I was just four then, but seeing that through the saved memories did bring a smile on my face.
It is a lot different now. We eat pizzas and burgers but I don't remember the last time we celebrated a birthday with a cake. The picture took me through a stream of memories. As I moved on, I remembered how dearly I took care of my sister and how once when I hurt her, I felt so bad. My sister always took care of me too. I remember once when I fell off my bicycle, she was the one who helped me get up and took me to daddy for treatment. I remember when she used to cry a lot, I used to go to her and tell her funny stories just because I hated her crying face. And yet, a bit earlier I was so angry with her that I wanted to hit her.
The album ended, but I kept staring at some of the pictures. My sister was the only person in the world I could trust. At least I could trust her to be always clumsy ! She was in a lot of trouble these days. You usually don't get lot of time when you are preparing for you exams, right ? I sometimes help her solving problems, be it with her syllabus or with guys who would trouble her. I wouldn't let them look at her without her permission. She keeps telling me to calm down, but angry is something I am always ready to be !
I put the album back to where I picked it form and resumed my search for the Lord of The Rings. "Where can it go ? Should be right around here...", I said. Just then my sister entered the room. I asked her if she saw the Lord of The Rings I was reading few days ago. She said, she had no clue, and carried on with her work. She moved a few books on her table due to which some books fell on my table, but I tried to be cool about it, took out a notebook, and went out of the room. I took her books, put them back on her table and as I was about to resume my search, I saw my book in one of the books I just kept back on her table.
"See, she did it again !", I stormed with anger.
Nice story :)
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