Guest Post by N
Blog :Purnima Prabhu
Date: 2/25/2012 2:26:00 PM
A guest post!!! by N, my firstand most favourite sister-in-law. Read on what's she got to say. Part 2 of thesame will be up, which will be my version of the same story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Its been hell loong since Iactually wrote anything; even a grocery list. So this blog post better be agood one from me. After all my Purnima now has a reputation to take care of. Speaking of which, Purni(that's what I call her) and myself have known each other for God knows howlong. The fact that she is related to my aunt, who is also her aunt, is themain reason. Well, doesn't my aunt and her aunt mean we might be cuz? Err.. no.Its like this, her aunt in the way of her mom's sister and my aunt being myuncle's wife... aah... now you get it! Anyways, she's a yearyounger to me but then, that was never an issue. As long as I remember, my firstimpression of her was that of a girl who spoke her mind, regardless of who it was. Iloved it and her as it was something I would never even have a courage ofdoing. She was, let us say, "a pataka". She was a little sis I neverhad, atleast until I had one. She was the "city girl" in ourchota sa village. When we wore salwar, oiled our hair and wore bindis, shewould be in her pretty frocks/jeans with her wild curly hair loose. She was adream we girls wanted to live. I don't think she would actually dream about oiling herhair like me. (blech!)
Zipping into the next 10-15years, we grew up... meeting occassionally when she would come down during theschool holidays to her aunt's house and I too would be there sometimes. Playingwas out of question at that time. We just used to sit out and look at ourbrothers playing Lagori, Cricket and yell for tiniest of "cheatings"..sigh.. those were the days...
I would like to tell you all my relation with her, sheis now my sister in law (legally), but I care for her more... We fight,snicker, tease, bitch about our weight do all that stuff sisters do. Weshare clothes (unfortunately my waist is rather too big to fit into herclothes), and we both loooove books, hit restaurants like there is notomorrow, and shop, shop, shop...In short, we are always there for eachother (sniff..sniff).
Purni has been a friend first and sister-in-law next. In fact, other than the mandatory crossover from her calling me by name to calling me "vanni" (bhabhi), nothing has changed between us. We drive her brother (and my husband, who happens to be the same person - V) crazy. The best proof of it would be when V tells us, "You girls are supposed to fight, not backing each other!" We get that from him each time that he is cornered or bullied by us. Or when he pulls our legs. Yeah, we do that a lot! Since I am not to, I let her do the pinching, hitting and punching parts.
We do all kinds of stuff teenagers would. Whocares how old you are? We are still kids :P (we have our own kid(s) now), butstill...
Now, our talks revolve around kids, cooking, books and we still bitchabout our weight. I eye her non existence waist and she wants my thinmatchstick legs.
HowPurni went from being an occassional city friend to a full time sis in law? That's another story.
I have to say, honestly, Inever remember speaking to, far less even look at Purni's brother... When Iasked him about it, he says he was busy with his college life. Later I foundout he was too shy to speak to girls :P
The very first time I rememberseeing her brother was at my uncle's place (duh!) when I in my 2nd yrdegree. A tall, rather skinny guy with French beard who was waaaaaaaaaaaay tooshy for his age. After exchanging "Hellos", we were back to our own work. He wasthen working in Bangalore, and would come down to my uncle's place often duringthe weekends. I started seeing more of V and my impression of him neverwavered. He was definetly the quiet type. We talked and I felt sad for him as Iknew he missed his mom and sis way too much. He was actually away from them forthe first time, and that too in a whole new state, where he did not even knowthe local language.
We exchanged email id's and kept in touch. In my finalyear, V popped up the million dollar question. Honestly, I was not expecting it so suddenly but I was not shocked either. I guess, somewhere in my mind I always knew thiswould have been the next step. Well, now that it was asked, I had to answerright? I took my time and finally, I did tell him what I thought.
For those who don't know me, wegot married a year later - after he completed his MS and landed a job in Sg. Its now been 6 year plus and with 2 amazingly wonderful daughters, I wouldn't ask foranything more!