My Mirror

 A mirror reflects anything and everything, but do you think humans can reflect anything? Well, I say that humans don't reflect everything, but a human can reflect us! 

Do you get the point? 

Of course! Our siblings do reflect us - they copy whatever we do. That's simple. 

And speaking about siblings reflecting us - why don't we speak about MY Mirror?

I have a unique mirror. That mirror is indeed my own sibling, Shripu. You may know Shripu, and I have described her as a cute baby. But her name isn't Shripu, her name is Shripradhaa. She is my own sister, 6 years younger to me (now 3 years old).

As you can see, I was happy when I  was the only child, I can be as I want, and especially spend much time with my parents. But after Shripu was born, there were many hard rules, like I shouldn't enter the room while she's sleeping, as she might wake up. It seemed as if she'll wake up for even soft creaks!

And the worst thing is that I can't watch TV with the volume on, as she'll wake up. Shripradhaa, at the youngest age wasn't able to understand such aspects and stuff, so simply she'll smile or cry.

And as she grew, it was more fun. She at least understood a few words. And at this age, she has developed some thinking skills, and we enjoy playing a bit, but as always, we fight and end up complaining about each other.

But that doesn't mean that I have all freedom, I can't do certain activities when Shripu is awake, like quilling, coloring and sketching, and even painting, as she doesn't know how to handle pencils, sketches and stuff, she may break them. 

Although these days are boring and monotonous, we still enjoy somehow. Shripradhaa may fight with me, but at the same time, she also cares for me. Maybe when she grows up, like about when she's 5 or 6, it would be the best times I've ever had! At this age, she doesn't know how to keep secrets, so if she is 5 or 6 years old, she'll keep it safe inside, and will not even share it to our own parents!

And you know? A sweet incident happened today morning....

My mom had prepared poori for breakfast. I had finished it before Shripradhaa woke up. I was at school by that time (you all know, same online classes). Shripradhaa was having her breakfast - poori by that time. She happily munched on it, and guess what said... 

"Did Shriyandhaa eat? It's so yummy!"

The thing is that she feels that the poori is delicious, and wants to share it with me! Sweety pie!

SHRIPRADHAA is my MIRROR. Or shall we say, my Xerox copy?😊