Someone asked my mom recently how her three kids were similar and dissimilar.
Now my sisters and I have been known to walk into stores in different cities at different times (without each other) and still pick out the same garment or pair of shoes out of the hundreds, thousands of dresses and shoes on display. Resultant conversations would run thus:
Sis: I bought an amazing parrot green kurta with silver print on it.
Me: Gah! So did I!
Sis: How many people would buy parrot green kurtas with silver print on them?
Me: Apparently, at least two. Unless Isha has bought one too.
But we are different in many ways too. My older sister is an artist, a blessed, brilliant artist. I, on the other hand have been known to paint five leaves of a lotus in different colours. Isha too has been known to get borderline flunk grades in art and craft. Art teachers in school who would have bid my older sister adieu with tears pouring down their cheeks once she passed out of their class would look at first me and a few years later Isha in expectant awe. We would of course find ourselves incapable of delivering.
I love hard rock and metal, neither of them do.
Both of them like non-vegetarian food. I denounced meat at an age when I could not spell denounce. Before M asks, yes, I can spell denounce now.
Coming back to Mom, she tells me that she told the person who asked her this question that the one thing that was similar in all her kids was that they loved to read. It's true. Despite our different lifestyles and lifestages, we still seem to gravitate towards books with the same hunger. We still need to spend money in bookstores at every given opportunity. We still buy more books than we will ever read. We call each other when we are in bookstores to check the others' recommendations. More often than not, we seem to know what the other person will like.
Looks like Mom knows her kids really well. Of course if she heard this, she would probably deliver retribution right away for being patronizing. Or matronizing, in this case.
What about you though? What do you share with your bro/sis? Alike as peas in a pod or noone could trace you back to the same gene pool? And if you are an only kid, just enjoy maadi.