“I just can’t seem to find the
right man for me”, moaned my sister. This was one of her finding ‘Mr. Right’ phases
and she was hell-bent on finding a good husband by the year end.
“I liked V but he turned out to
be psychotic, D is extremely sweet but a total loser, A makes my hormones go
haywire but can’t seem to decide even one single thing and I feel no fizz when
I kiss D. He practically acts like a monk. Why does it have to happen to just me”, she continued, glumly looking
into her cup of coffee, maybe for an answer.
“D is not a soda to give you fizz and for all you know D's err... quipment is faulty”.
I smirked at my own PJ. I didn’t want to burst her bubble that Mr. Right doesn’t
exist. It has always been Mr. Right at that moment of time. “Why don’t you try
dating all four of them together?”
“Very funny! You never give me
sound advice. I always feel as if I am the elder sister! Maybe I will just go
abroad and get a guy there! How come you never have men problems in your life?”
“They are not so important. I am
just having a good time with them,” I replied faking a nonchalance.
“What! Really?” She almost spilled her
coffee. “Wait till I tell Ma and Y. I never knew you thought like that!”
Are all younger sisters such
pests?
P.S. For all those who wondered
if I was gone for good... well I guess life is (ahem!) interesting enough to
write about again!
