The squirrel story....

 

                  Today I thought of writing about two squirrels I saw while working. It was a usual Sunday evening (yes, I have to work even on Sundays😓). what to do! (Let's not deviate.) I saw these two squirrels running all over the coconut tree in the opposite building. I think they were fighting over something like siblings. They looked cute. 

                                             

                                 

                Suddenly, I remembered the days with my devil (my sister) back when I was at home. We used to fight over little things(literally like these squirrels😅). 

                "I need the remote; I want to watch this channel; I want to play games now; I won't draw water from the well; let her do it; I swept the house, so let her mop. What else? Even for a millimeter increase in the half of her bite (we literally used to measure all our chocolates with a scale for equal sharing). Now I'm here in Chennai, and she's there. Even though we hate each other, I believe we should be there for each other. I wish that sooner, after fulfilling all my dreams, wishes, and little responsibilities, after getting married and having kids of our own, I could recreate all those silly fights and relive every moment. This time not to make marks on our bodies but to make long-lasting marks in our hearts💙. I miss you, my sweet devil.  I hope you like this squirrel story. Share your war reasons in the comments below😅. I will catch you on the next blog. Happy reading 😄😄.

                                       "Siblings : your only enemy you can't live without. "