992 Words Short Essay on my Sister’s Marriage

Have a sister who is ten years my senior and whenever I think of her, even now when I am a big boy of thirteen I feel tears rolling on my cheeks, and I try to hide the sentiments.

When I was in the fourth standard she graduated, just see the difference between us. With this rather big difference between the two of us it can be well imagined how she must have pampered me and that is exactly why even now I feel for her.

My family is a very happy family with my sister, and myself and our parents. Since we were not a large family, we were always a very closely knit family, knit together in strong bonds of love and affection.

My sister being ten years senior to me fondled me like her son and not just her brother. I dare say that I was always more attached to her than to my mother. With this background I am sure you can well imagine the relations between me and my sister.

When I was in the fourth standard, she got married and I still remember what I felt like that day. That day was a day of mixed feelings of joy and happiness together with a deep feeling of personal loss of some kind. When I came to know that my sister was engaged to get married, I was very happy as, I thought in my childish mind that, marriage is a great fun not realising its backlash.

The day of her marriage was a day I eagerly looked forward to because, a child as I was I thought that would be a day of great fun. We would all get lovely food, sweets, friends and decorations and new clothes. Beyond this I could not think so, the day was just a day of absolute and complete enjoyment for me and all and that was all. All this excited me but I had no idea that it brought a period of trauma and loneliness for me.

After a wait of two or three months the day of the marriage came, and I was the happiest of all around. I had no work, no responsibility, and only eating and enjoying the company of other children like me.

The whole day I thoroughly enjoyed, sometimes sitting with my sister dressed as a bride, sometimes bringing eats for her and at other times simply admiring the decorations all around. In the midst of all this enjoyment little did I realise that, after all this fun was over, my sister would go away for ever, and it would never again be the same.

Even at the puja pandal, I sat with her and her bridegroom just not understanding that, this is the man who will snatch my sister from me. Believe me I kept aWake the whole night with my parents and friends and enjoyed every minute of it.

However, just as all good things come to an end, this puja also came to an end and it was declared that the bride and bridegroom were now husband and wife. Even this just made me sad but, the worst was still to come and I did not know about it.

After the rituals and puja was over, we all slept for sometime and, when we got up in the morning, I was in for the surprise of it all. I was told by my mother to go and meet my sister as, she was now going to leave this home and go to stay with her husband in some other town though not very far. As soon as I heard this, I burst into tears and instead of going to my sister; I rushed to her bedroom and hid myself under her bed.

While my sister stood ready to go, a hunt was on for me and, no one could find me, my sister said that she would try ‘ he came rushing to her bedroom and there she found me all in tears.

She knew that, whenever I felt sad, I would go and hide under her bed and that is why she came straight to that place. She took me out from under the bed and hugged me close to her breast and she also started off with a stream of tears flowing from both her beautiful eyes. Seeing her cry I further lost control of my feelings and started simply howling.

She tried her best to console me but even though I was close to her heart, I could not stop sobbing. However, a child as I was, and also very tired, I slept in her arms, and she lovingly putting me to bed as she always did, went away. I do not know what happened after that for, I slept till night and nobody woke me as, I had cried a lot. When I got up I was fresh and somehow consoled myself realising that this had to happen and that it is good that it happened.

I only prayed then and there that God keep my sister happy always in her new home with her husband and other members of her new family. Ever since that day I feel I have matured because, I think my sister is not here to pamper me all the time. I love my sister still but, somehow I still have an aversion to my brother-in-law, her husband. This is because I feel that it is he who has snatched my sister from me.

I suppose when I am bigger and more mature I will realise that, there is no fault of my brother-in-law in taking my sister from me as, this is something that is with all girls. I do hope that, the day I start loving her husband as I love her comes soon, so that, I have two elders to pamper me, instead of just one – my sister.