A Little Grown Up!

Today I saw my little sister as an acting teacher. I have always considered her as a kid. We kind of grew older or rather mature drastically when our dad passed away few years back. I did see her handle that situation in a way I had never seen her before, which was true for both of us.

Now she is a doctor and she teaches post graduate students. I do visit her hospital every time I am home, and meet her colleagues/staff. But I never saw her in action as a lecturer. I have seen the respect her students and fellow staff gave her. But today, when students walked in and started reciting their viva answers, and the way she was handling them, gave me a completely different perspective of her.

My dad and I would always make fun of her, if she could ever handle patients or students. Because she was the shy one, the one who would not communicate if not required. Socializing was not her skillset, and it isn’t any great even now. But at her work she does great, she is vocal and talks confidently and comfortably with her patients and students.

I now know how parents feel about their children. We never grow old in their head. No matter what our social status is or how old we get, our impression in their mind is still that of a 5 year old. The ones who are innocent than the rest of the world, the ones who are very sensitive, the ones who need to be protected from everything around them.

I don’t think that impression of my sister will ever change in my mind.

I mean, I know that she is mature, she is a professor, a doctor, a wife, a mother. She definitely wears many hats, much more than me. And she is playing all those roles really well. I had seen her as an acting doctor, as a mother and a wife. This time watching the student teacher relationship, well, made me feel proud of her. Watching the younger ones succeed in their professional career is an emotion to cherish. Personal life, is one thing, not something that one can gauge. But watching them perform in a profession that you cannot relate to, that you cannot happen to understand the mechanics of; it’s a feeling that now I kinda understand what parents go through.

What’s amazing is, she is a completely different person at work (unlike me, I carry the crazy me with me wherever I go). But she knows to be professional at work (have heard that she is always patient and smiling yet strict when needed), while being an untamed tigress with killing instinct at home (at least that’s how we- her immediate family; picture her at home.)

Jokes apart, she is one of the kind, and am sure dad is also proud of her wherever he is today. I have told this numerous times, but here I say it again - I am lucky to be her sister.

I wish she continues to grow in her career and continue to impact lives positively in this world.

No matter where she ends up, for me she will always remain the kid who craves for chocolates, and the one who loves playing games on cellphone. (None of this has changed even today, and I wish it never does. And as usual, I can see her facepalm when she reads this.)

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