So a few days back my husband called first thing Sunday morning to wish me woman’s day. I knew from his voice that he was excited and was exploding with pride. His tone said “Take that sucker, I wished you on woman’s day. SCORE: AB-1, DIV-200”. He thought for once he was saying something I would want to hear. I mean how could you possibly be wrong if you wish your wife on woman’s day, Right?… Wrong again for poor him. I immediately poured a bucketful of ice water on his happy fire by telling him how much I hate woman’s day and all the patronizing. Before I could go about my usual rant on feminism, he stopped me and replied in a beaten voice. Well in that case, fuck woman’s day. Whatever makes you happy baby. Now I don’t know if he said it so that I would stop talking or if he really meant it but I immediately felt like a party pooper. And then I couldn’t help smiling because for once he had actually said what I wanted to hear and that did make me happy. Few days after that I had been waiting for a care package from my mom (yes I still get them) which she had sent to my sister. She was supposed to keep whatever was meant for her and send the rest to me. However it had been weeks since she received the package but she just wouldn’t send me my stuff. I had been nagging her for weeks because we both share the lazy gene. Nagging and immediate possibility of a violent death are the only things that can motivate the Nair sisters. But as expected she didn’t budge and then eventually I forgot about it. Then today as usual I was having a bad day with my clueless life and the bill monsters from some hole in the wall bank calling, to chew my ass off over a quarter of a penny that I owed them (story reserved for some other day). Anyway, I come home and find a fedex box sitting outside my door. I gasped and almost forgot how to breathe. I did my very own Divi cartwheels and a happy dance in the hallway. I dragged the box inside and ripped it open with my bare hands. I was so vicious, I could have put a hungry lioness to shame. I rummaged through the goodies and this beautiful box came out. I opened it and there it was, a tiny little surprise from my sister. There was a handmade heart shaped paper card next to a pendant that said sisters make the best friends. Now I was afraid to open the card because the last time she made a card was for our mom on her birthday that had a picture of a crying woman with the words WHINY MOM written over it. I finally mustered enough courage to open the card. Inside, to my surprise was some sisterly advice but the best part was the pink heart sticker that she had very carefully placed on top. I just sat on my kitchen floor holding the card for a while to allow this special kind of joy rush through my body… Sometimes in life, to know you are loved and to make you realize how lucky you are, all you need are some silly words, a fedex box or a simple paper card with little pink heart stickers.