How sharing space shapes our lives

On Sisterhood

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There’s something about having someone constantly in your face, in your business, and in your heart that shapes you in ways you don’t even notice. It’s as much about shouting over who gets the remote as it is about learning to move through life together—adjusting, listening, sharing, and compromising. I can’t stop thinking about this jugalbandi. Sisterhood isn’t just part of my life; it’s the lens through which I make sense of the world.

Living with a sibling teaches you the finer points of life—like how to keep the peace, how to let them have the last cube of Dairy Milk chocolate, or when to snatch it because you’re hungrier, greedier, and 3 years older and that’s just how things work. It’s the rhythm of life when you’ve always had a partner-in-crime, a built-in nemesis, and maybe, if you’re lucky, a best friend for keeps.

I’ve lost track of the arguments over the dumbest things—stolen Lays packets, hijacked sweaters, or whose turn it is to fill the water bottles. But I’ll tell you this: having a sister toughens you up in the best way. You learn how to hold your ground but also when to just roll your eyes and let it go. You learn to deal with someone barging into your room or "borrowing" your hair-tie without asking.

You don’t need a rulebook or a flowchart—you just live it, full masala and all.

We didn’t have to learn how to close doors without slamming them or wash the dishes before someone else needs them, because you learn real fast that if you don’t, someone’s gonna get pissed and you’ll pay for it. But in the end, you’ve got their back. Always. No questions. No drama. That’s just how it goes.

Even when you want to kill each other for the way she eats cereal too loud or hogs the TV—you live with it, you get used to it. You learn to love someone not in spite of their flaws, but because of them. What’re flaws anyway?

That's the game. You’re stuck with each other, and somewhere in there, you find peace. Or you fight for it.

We’ve learned to look away when someone’s having a meltdown, to toss them a lifeline instead of a camera. Because we’re all carrying our own burdens, and who the hell are we to judge? We’ve rediscovered the art of moving on without the need for a confession or a grand apology, just a nod and a drink. Isolation might’ve tried to take us down, but it’s turned us into pack animals. We’re a little wild, sure, but that’s the beauty of it.

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