My Little Blanket

Orange blanket was my favourite, ever since childhood. I used to fight with my sister to have it at nights. I always stole hers leaving her with mine.

Today, looking back, I don't understand if the fights were for the blanket or to be with my sister. The fights were the only source of our communication. She always used to be reserved, silent, in her own world. I never got to talk to her. Even today, I fail to understand why is that I haven't been able to talk to her. She ignores my calls, doesn't answer my texts. It feels as though the time has separated us completely apart.

I wish I could go back in time and had shared the orange blanket with her or rather just let her have it. I wish I had not fought and been there for her. Perhaps, today we would have been good friends.