Unfiltered Sharing!

 To my Sisters, Those days shimmered like gilded treasures, a time when abundance was not our currency but joy was our wealth. Those collegiate quarrels, midnight conversations, New Year's revelries felt like bursting fireworks in our hearts, and those blank calls left us with a puzzle to unravel. Above all, the colorful roses, kept actually for you but I enjoyed decorating them in my hair.  We were the 'Rocky Bhai' of our era, defying expectations placed upon us like a pair of maverick heroines in our own narrative. This, I believe, is the alchemy that forged our independence and bolstered our confidence. I still remember the Annaji's room where actually we would study but more than that, that  was a secret room for all our gossips. Though we had thousand problems we had our 'Don' Manisha Tai to solve them in a minute. Still I think if she had continued her education further she would have been at least an IAS. How can I forget those badminton matches, never en...