
When I was little, Rakshabandhan morning always began the same way — the smell of fresh sweets from the kitchen, my sister running around looking for the perfect rakhi, and me nervously wondering if I had chosen the right gift.
That day wasn’t just about the thread she tied on my wrist.
It was about how, in that small, colorful knot, she tied in years of fights over the TV remote, shared secrets whispered after bedtime, and the countless times we stood up for each other.
As we grew older, things changed - jobs, cities, and time zones kept us apart. But every year, somehow, a rakhi still found its way to my wrist. And with it, came that same feeling: we may be far, but we’re always connected.
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Deepika S Aug 11, 2025
Yes, I have so many, but there's one Rakshabandhan story that always makes me smile.
When I was around 10, I decided to make my own rakhi for my elder brother. It was a total DIY disaster — too much glue, glitter everywhere, and it ended up looking more like a mini UFO than a rakhi. I was so embarrassed, I almost didn’t give it to him.
But when I finally did, he looked at it like it was made of gold, tied it on with a straight face, and proudly wore it the whole day — even to meet his friends. Later, I found out they teased him nonstop, but he simply said, “My sister made it, and that’s all that matters.”
That moment stayed with me. It wasn’t just about the rakhi, it was about how he made me feel valued and loved — even in my glitter-glue chaos. 😄
Rakshabandhan has always been about that — love, laughter, and the unspoken promises between us.
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