Hello Reader,
Let’s dive into our shared history a little now that we have covered the introductions and purpose of being here. I am sure there is always the curiosity that often accompanies new beginnings. Allow me to offer a glimpse into our past, family, and roots.
We are three sisters; Zee is the eldest, and I am the youngest. We have a middle sister; her name is Naziya. My father passed away when I was 11 months old, and since then, my mother has been the rock of our family, who raised three strong-willed daughters. With the loss of our breadwinner, my mother took on multiple jobs from home to make ends meet.
Zee, being the eldest, stepped up to share the responsibilities, juggling part-time jobs alongside her schooling. She, too, worked multiple jobs until she graduated and secured a stable career. Her aspiration was to become a counsellor, but destiny had other plans – leading her into the IT industry. Today, she is a successful professional in a multinational company, married with two beautiful kids.
Zee and I share a unique bond, a closeness hard to describe. She is my godmother; a guardian angel God blessed me with. We share a special bond. Believe it or not, we seldom fight; even if we do, they are short-lived. My relationship with Naziya, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. We are like Tom and Jerry, constantly bickering and teasing each other. I admit, I take a mischievous delight in annoying her, probably because she is so easily flustered. But if anyone else troubles her, I cannot take it.
My name is Rozmin (Rose) and I am the youngest of the siblings, and before you all think, I’m a pampered brat accustomed to having my every whim indulged. NO! I am not a brat. I might have a rebellious streak. I am the one with a wild imagination and crazy ideas, yet ironically, I happen to be an introvert, the quiet one who is always asked, “Why are you so silent?” Reading is my lifeline, as essential to me as roti, kapda aur makaan, and Wi-Fi. I also enjoy writing and dabbling in various artsy pursuits, not because I’m skilled but because I find joy in the process.
My first foray into writing came in the 7th grade when I penned an essay, more of a letter. It wasn’t my first academic essay, but it was my first non-curricular, heartfelt expression. At the time, I was immensely proud of that letter, but now it makes me chuckle. It was a ‘miss you’ letter addressed to Zee, who had moved out of our hometown for a job. I visited her once she settled in, and on my way back home, I wrote the letter. It became our tradition, a way to connect despite the distance. I would sneak letters into her bag whenever one of us was leaving.
Writing that first letter was a revelation, a discovery of a hidden talent. Don’t judge my 12-year-old self; it was a new territory to explore. I was on cloud nine, but my euphoria was short-lived when I read other people’s writing. It made me feel inadequate, but it also ignited a determination to improve. Back in the time, I always saw Zee reading. It inspired me to pick up books. This way, I get to keep the promise that I made to myself of improving the writer in me. I started reading more and more and thus began my lifelong love affair with reading. It is a fascinating world that never ceases to amuse me to date.
That’s how I found my spark for writing, and today, I am here, crafting blogs, a journey that started with a simple letter. There’s so much more to share, but all in due time. For now, I bid you adieu until our next rendezvous. Hasta la vista, baby!
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