Home | Hindi | Kabir | Poetry | Workshop | BoloKids | Writers | Contribute | Search | Contact | Share This Page!                      Shop Online

  News  
Channels
In Focus

Analysis  
Bolography  
Cartoons 
Environment
Opinion 

Columns
 My Word 
 PlainSpeak 
 Random Thoughts 
Our Heritage

Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema 
Culture
Dances
Festivals
Hinduism
History 
People 
Places 
Sikhism
Spirituality 
Vastu 
Vithika  

Society & Lifestyle

Family Matters 
Health
Parenting
Perspective 
Recipes
Society
Teens 
Women 

Creative Writings

Book Reviews
Ghalib's Corner
Humor
Individuality
Jagoji
Literary Shelf 
Love Letters  
Memoirs
Musings
Ramblings
Stories
Travelogues

Computing
  General Articles
  CC++ 
  Flash 
  Internet Security 
 
Java 
 
Linux     
  Networking  

Festivals of India 
The bond that keeps the tradition and values alive ....
Raksha Bandhan

As a young girl, I never knew the actual meaning of Raksha Bandhan. I celebrated the day because my Mom said, "It is a special day for brother and sister." I also sent them to my first cousins, as I was the only "sister" among the six of them. It was very important for my brothers and my cousins to receive this gift from me. In my heart I never really knew what it meant, so it was not as important to me, but I did it for tradition.

After I got married, I let the tradition go. Forgot the cousins and called my brothers on that day. In the past 11 years, I have sent Rakhi only twice. Last year was the first time I felt like doing it. So, I did. The response from my brothers was amazing! It seemed like a fire was rekindled. 

We started talking more often and a relationship started to build again. Over the years, with marriage, work, children, I drifted away in actual contact, but never in heart. It felt so good to have my brothers call me and say "thank you" and "I love you". To hear those words after so long was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

One day I was thinking about how it was when we were young. How mean I was as the older sister, bossy, mean and fighting with them. I never thought in a million years I would ever miss them or wish we were kids again, just for one day. I realized how I took for granted the special times of our youth. I realized what a special bond we have with each other. I realized they will always be there for me, no matter what. In that, I have found great comfort and the regrets of days past linger no more. But are filled with cords of a love song that only my brothers can sing. I thank God for blessing me with them. I am proud of all they have accomplished. It brings a smile to my heart when I see the two little boys who grew up to be very amazing men. 

This bond of sacred love between a brother and a sister, means more to me than a tradition, it is more than my protection from my brothers. To me, Raksha Bandhan is a symbol of the love, respect and honor I have for them.

Sonali Khusal
August 10, 2000

Top | Festivals of India 

 

 

Recommend This Page!

Analysis | Architecture | Astrology | Ayurveda | Book Reviews | Buddhism | Cartoons | Cinema | Computing | Culture | Dances
Environment | Fables | Family Matters | Festivals | Hinduism | Health | History | Home Remedies | Humor | Individuality | Jagoji
Literary Shelf | Memoirs | Musings | Opinion | Parenting | Perspective | Photo Essays | Places | Ramblings
Random Thoughts | Recipes | Sikhism | Society | Spirituality | Stories | Teens | Travelogues | Vastu | Vithika | Women

Home | Hindi | Bolography | BoloKids | Kabir | Poetry | Quotes | Workshop | Writers | Contribute | Search | Contact


Boloji.com is owned and managed by Boloji Media Inc

Privacy Policy | Disclaimer
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder.