Beautiful people - Part I

It was one of my normal day of wondering and thinking (over-thinking, yes I have that ability); when I started to think to myself of what was my purpose of writing? What is it that drives me to pen down my feelings? That is when I realized that the impelling cause behind is the urge to touch lives with my writing. Yes. I discovered my purpose. Somebody once told me that I have the eccentric ability to move people with my writing. So here I am with my series of ‘Beautiful people’. This series is a dedication to ‘MY’ people. Some may not be a part of my life today, but be assured to be featured on this column if you’ve left your mark on me, even in the smallest way. (Trust me, it is not easy touching my life. I am a very stubborn and stone-hearted person). I am going to write this in parts and grouping of the numerous people that touch my life in ways more than one. Humans of India style, here is a ‘Humans of Sanskriti’s life’

I choose to start my series with the most important person in my life. Why do I choose to begin with her? I could have started with the lady who bought me into this world and made me capable enough to word this article. But the person I am talking about first is an angel in disguise my mother gifted to me at the time of my birth and then on every second of my life has been a beautifully encrypted fairy tale because of the presence of this fairy!

The relation we share is astonishing for many and unbelievable for the rest. We see siblings who pull each-others hair and are at war at most times. But people have often been blown away by the extreme love that I share with her. Yes, we’ve fought, so much so that it has ended in brutal tears. But what followed the tears was tears for each other to be hurt. I am so sure you are confused as hell by now. I am also sure if I keep addressing her as only ‘her’ by the end of my article you won’t know whether this was about my best friend, my love, my mother, my teacher, my mentor, my support system, my counselor, my wish-granting ginnie or a magician! Yes, that’s her! Cannot have a more fitting summary to her. Are you already falling for her? Oh you can’t! She’s all mine. (Wicked smile)

Getting back to reality, starting off writing my ABC to starting off writing blogs; she has been the constant backbone to all my antiques. The beautiful people series can in no way be for anybody but my sister. From being a 7 year old kid turning into my ‘chotti mummy’ and taking care of me to being this grown up corporate Indian married woman, she has done it all. She has the charisma to charm you with her smile. Make you fall in love with her wit. Make you fall off the chair with her intelligence and make you feel loved with her comforting presence. But that is for the world to see and realize, what is it that makes her a part of my ‘humans of sanskriti’? If I had to put it in simple words, I do not know what a life would feel without her! I was born with a human size teddy bear to play with (oh she really was! This cute looking pony tails hanging fair chubby girl).

We can hunt down a person who hurts the other person. I will never need a body guard, because she is my forever wali gundi protecting me with her words and arms. Life just feels so complete knowing that there is this person who is going to be right behind you irrespective of how life treats you. Do you even need anything else? I am not going to state the obvious here. From making me feel special on every birthday to celebrating my success more than me, to giving me the expert advice to listening to me crib, cry and complain.  From helping me envision my dreams to helping me live those dreams. We’ve fought, we’ve broken down, picked up each other and loved each other unconditionally. Is there anything that she has not done for me? The answer would most definitely be no.

I know the things that can make and break her. We have supported each other to grow into these individuals that we are today. The relation I share with her is something that cannot be put to words. People have walked in and out of my life, she defines the word ‘constant’ for me. The thought of her getting married scared me initially, why lie? I cried to myself for days thinking I am going to lose her, but life has been kind. I realized that being a physical distance away from me does not take her ‘away’. As a child, you never really know the importance of people in your life, you tend to believe in the good, but that’s growing up right?

My muse in photography, the ink in my pen, the sugar in my coffee and the magic in my life! You define ‘SANSKRITI BHATIA’ to be who she is. I don’t say it every day, I don’t make you feel loved the way you deserve, I do not talk to you on long calls like you want, I do not treat you the way I should be, but life has given me no greater gift than the gift of having someone to call, “DIIIIII”

Here I am sitting glaring into my laptop screen, with tears in my eyes and at loss of words. The length of my paras keep growing as I do not know if my words do justice to the beauty of the word ‘DIDI’ in my life. If my readers would ever be able to understand what I am trying to say. So I’d end here with just a pondering thought, there are a million souls in this world, a few hundred come into your life and a handful touch your heart. Never let those people go. Life is too short to hold on to grudges and mistakes. Make the most of the gift of people. More often than not what stays with us is only regret to have let go of something that was worth saving a lifetime.

A dedication to the lady who defines beauty with brains. You are my lifeline dii. Cheers to your spirit of  LIFE. Love you :) Your beauty through my words and lens.