I have never shared this story. That is why it becomes important to tell it now. I experience no hesitation in recounting this very personal account to a bunch of supposed strangers because all of you in Team Hope, by now, for me, are close friends. In fact, it is like a catharsis of emotions for me since this story lies deep inside me for a long time. This is my story! And this is my sister's story. My sister is special for me. And many have asked why? Because sisters are always special! Mine is more special because she has been an adopted child for my parents. Our bond may not be a real bond in the sense of being of the same blood, but it is a bond that I will cherish and preserve for times to come.
The story is thus ... I must have been in Class 7 or 8 when my mother expressed her desire to adopt a girl child. She had this desire for having a second child but somehow this was left unfulfilled. She wanted to adopt a girl. For someone, as young as I was in that age, this was shocking. I could not fathom why my mother wanted to do so. She had me and I had her. I had always been a single child, had enjoyed the privileges and attentions of being one. I was extremely uncomfortable to the idea of sharing my own space, my belongings, and most importantly my parents' love with an outsider, a stranger. She was not one of my own. How on earth could I accept her? I remember turning extremely defiant and not supporting my mother in her decision. I knew she would be hurt. But then I had become selfish for I could not imagine this intrusion in a life that had been so fulfilling and well-guarded. I kept thinking about how I would face my friends, how life would change, how would I face my friends. What would I tell them? That she is my sister and what would they think about a sister suddenly cropping up for me when they all knew I was the only child. I reclined into a self-created space of denial, insecurity, jealousy and my mother was well aware of this. Today, when I think about all of this, I am pained at the fact that I hurt her so much. But then I was myself a child then, bereft of an understanding of complicated issues like bringing an adopted girl child into one's home.
Gradually, I gave in! Sort of succumbed and surrendered to the wishes of my other. I welcomed this shy, little, reclusive and soft girl called Rohini into our home. Initially, it was a bit difficult to adjust to the presence of another person in my life. Little things that ideally should not have mattered started affecting me ... like sharing space, things and most importantly the love of my parents, for whom I was the center of attraction till she came. With time, I began to enjoy Rohini's presence which made me feel like I now had the sister I always wanted. I began spending more time with her, talking to her and she also started to open up. She came from a troubled and deprived background and craved for love. I could sense that she was happy to be with us even though she spoke really less. She still is a lady of few words. In all these years, she has grown to be my best friend. I care for her like any sister would and today we can talk for hours together, we rely on each other and share every little secret. We are like partners in crime! I have seen her transform from a shy, silent, introvert person to a confident, outspoken, brave young girl whom I feel proud to call my sister. There are many who express surprise when they learn that we are not real sisters. To them, I say, she is a special child for the family. She brought to us what money, luxury and comforts of all manner could not have brought. She brought for us profound gratitude, love, warmth, care, affection and the feeling of belonging. Only a special person can do this. One who is God's most loved child. She is indeed and I keep telling her that she is special to me. The two of us standing together, it will be difficult for anyone to make out that we are not real siblings. But it can't be as real as this ... our bond will only get closer and stronger.
The time when my parents decided to go ahead with this unconventional decision to this day when I see a smile on their faces when they see us together, I realize that it must have been equally difficult for them to face constant questions from family, society, relatives, acquaintances with regard to the step that they took. There must have been people who would have strongly advised them against this step, a few must have discouraged. They also must have faced taunts about wanting to adopt a girl child and not a boy. I cannot stretch my imagination as to how, given the time and the traditional set up that they came from, they took this bold step because it is what their heart told them to follow. How difficult would it have been for them to convince me, to answer my questions, to overcome the guilt that I put them through, even so unknowingly. It must have been a tough call. Yet, today they stand out as winners, as proud parents of two daughters. In the process, they never burdened either me or my sister with their expectations, while giving complete freedom to us to travel the path we chose for ourselves. They stand besides us in thick and thin, and somewhere, even as a married woman now, I know they will stand by me whenever I call out to them. To me, theirs is a story of inspiration for they took the road less traveled.
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Gradually, I gave in! Sort of succumbed and surrendered to the wishes of my other. I welcomed this shy, little, reclusive and soft girl called Rohini into our home. Initially, it was a bit difficult to adjust to the presence of another person in my life. Little things that ideally should not have mattered started affecting me ... like sharing space, things and most importantly the love of my parents, for whom I was the center of attraction till she came. With time, I began to enjoy Rohini's presence which made me feel like I now had the sister I always wanted. I began spending more time with her, talking to her and she also started to open up. She came from a troubled and deprived background and craved for love. I could sense that she was happy to be with us even though she spoke really less. She still is a lady of few words. In all these years, she has grown to be my best friend. I care for her like any sister would and today we can talk for hours together, we rely on each other and share every little secret. We are like partners in crime! I have seen her transform from a shy, silent, introvert person to a confident, outspoken, brave young girl whom I feel proud to call my sister. There are many who express surprise when they learn that we are not real sisters. To them, I say, she is a special child for the family. She brought to us what money, luxury and comforts of all manner could not have brought. She brought for us profound gratitude, love, warmth, care, affection and the feeling of belonging. Only a special person can do this. One who is God's most loved child. She is indeed and I keep telling her that she is special to me. The two of us standing together, it will be difficult for anyone to make out that we are not real siblings. But it can't be as real as this ... our bond will only get closer and stronger.
The time when my parents decided to go ahead with this unconventional decision to this day when I see a smile on their faces when they see us together, I realize that it must have been equally difficult for them to face constant questions from family, society, relatives, acquaintances with regard to the step that they took. There must have been people who would have strongly advised them against this step, a few must have discouraged. They also must have faced taunts about wanting to adopt a girl child and not a boy. I cannot stretch my imagination as to how, given the time and the traditional set up that they came from, they took this bold step because it is what their heart told them to follow. How difficult would it have been for them to convince me, to answer my questions, to overcome the guilt that I put them through, even so unknowingly. It must have been a tough call. Yet, today they stand out as winners, as proud parents of two daughters. In the process, they never burdened either me or my sister with their expectations, while giving complete freedom to us to travel the path we chose for ourselves. They stand besides us in thick and thin, and somewhere, even as a married woman now, I know they will stand by me whenever I call out to them. To me, theirs is a story of inspiration for they took the road less traveled.





