Sisters of Heart !

I miss my childhood in Amdavad. We used to have so much fun. To play all day in the ground with other kids. Those were the best days, not all of them though.

When we were kids, my sister, my brother and I used to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. One time, when we were playing, I got into an argument with one of the boys. I don't remember what we were arguing about but we were screaming at each other, and when he couldn't think of any response to my argument, he got so mad that he pushed me (so typical!) and I fell to the ground. I was in shock. For a second, I couldn't comprehend what just happened. I got up and started crying. In the meantime, my sister saw this from a little distance and ran towards us. She didn't even care to ask me or him what happened or whose fault it was, she just ran towards us, pushed him to the ground and started kicking him. By the way she is younger than me.

She was kicking him and yelling at him at the same time - "How dare you push my sister? How dare you push my sister? "

She kicked him to the point that he started crying. I stopped her.

I said- "Leave him, let him go." She stopped.

That boy got up and started walking towards his home crying. I said- "Oh man, he is going to tell his Mom."

My sister said- "I don't care."

I am a very strong person mentally. However, when it comes to physical violence, it scares the hell out of me. I have never gotten into a physical fight with anyone, oh except for my siblings when we were kids, but that doesn't count. I have seen actual fights only twice in my life, one time a cop was beating up a criminal in a hospital lobby when I was a little kid and another time two of my friends got into a fight in college (you know who you are!), and both times I started crying. I cannot handle physical violence. I don't know why.

We went home after that fighting episode. We didn't say anything about it to our Mom. After some time, that boy's Mom came to our house.

She started complaining about the two of us. "Your daughters beat up my son. He is crying. Blah, blah, blah." - My mom was shocked.

She asked us- "What is she talking about? Did you beat him up?"

My sister said- "I did but he hit Ben (me) first."

We had just moved into this new house in Chandkheda and my Mom didn't even have a chance to know all our neighbors properly yet. Before my Mom could develop a good relationship with them, we spoiled it.

My Mom also argued with her about he hitting me first and it went on for some time. She left after some time and it was all okay after that. We even went to that boy's wedding fifteen years later. But that's not the point.   

The point is I love my sister for always standing by me. She went on to become a State-level Judo champion after that fight and it's an absolute pleasure to watch her during a Judo match. Her aggressive nature calmed down with age. She doesn't argue non-stop like me. She says a very few words but they are very powerful.  Now she doesn't beat up anyone,  but still only one stare from her can scare anyone.

The second point of this story is how typical men can be. At that time, We were all younger than 10 years old. And at this very young age, that boy couldn't handle a girl winning the argument. I feel bad for his wife. Secondly, he was such a coward to complain about us to his Mom. I guess some men just never grow up.

The incidents of domestic violence and abuse are everywhere, in India and in America. I came across some really shocking statistics about domestic violence among highly educated couples in India. In my opinion, mental torture is as bad as physical torture. There are a lot of points I could list out about domestic violence but I am not going to do that.

I just have one thing to say to those men who do not treat their wives respectfully. And to be clear, this is not at all sarcasm, it is a very genuine and humble request -

"Be a man ! The real one. Please."