SISTERS

I peeked at her, a pink dress.

Yes, that’s the one I want too. I said to myself.

I had cut short my long wavy hair to match her bob.

I walked the hall with an air of confidence.

I posted my selfie and got numerous compliments.

″ You look like your sister”. I heard a classmate said to her.

The circle of my friends on social media increased. I was young, impulsive and more of a doer than a thinker, which my twin was.

“I am too blue to wear blue?” she said to me and picked a red dress.

I posted those words on my online account and wore red. Girls in my class whispered to me that my sister liked to copy me. I laughed it off, well no one knew the truth.

My circle of friends grew and she became a loner. But, she was still happier.

My envy became an obsession.

She told me one night that she wanted to be a doctor. Next day, I brought pre-med books at home.

At the dinner table, my father asked me what I wanted in my life.

“Dad, I want to be a doctor.”

“And, you Sana?” asked my mother.

She did not say anything. "I am still thinking.” She said dryly.

"Have something definite, like your sister.” My father said to her.

“If you like, you can also be a doctor.” my mother said.

She nodded to that.

We sat for the exam and were qualified and went to the same medical school.

In the classroom, I sat one row above her to observe her closely.

She gazed at a boy regularly. Suddenly, I liked him too.

I introduced myself to the boy before she could do.

For that, she seemed not happy with me.

I started going out with him, after some time I realised he was a mistake.

I found it hard to maintain a relationship.

My anxiety started to grow as there was a lot of pressure at work.

I became thinner and thinner. I was so depressed that someone suggested professional help.

Few months at rehab, I got out looking all well.

I saw my sister on social media, she was engaged.

I was taken over by rage.

But I put up a smile and controlled my emotions.

I looked at her fiancee and I thought that I found my love.