Varsha Sharma- A character sketch

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Varsha; the one known as rain, beauty and has the power to calm the chaos

She can relieve the scorching heat of the sun and she rains down on her loved ones like the softest shower but careful a little, she also has the potential to turn into a cruel storm. Though she's bold, she's gentle. When you look at her you'll see poise and patience on her fair and freckled features. Like a long brewed coffee you'll see her growth in her eyes.

Independence suits her. Ever since a kid, being the eldest, it went without saying that she was supposed to take up one too many responsibilities and she did. Didn't flinch, didn't scowl, didn't budge. She just went with the chores, being great at some and just about okay at some. Nobody was complaining since till date she happens to be the best example out there.

Brown eyed, curly haired, thin lips and a pretty photogenic face makes up for her resemblance. Honestly she reminds me of a daisy; plain and simple but with a very vibrant core. She has done a little a lot for the ones whom she loves and even some for the ones she could care less about. She has achieved way more things than anyone imagined she would at a very young age. I'm not talking about medals or trophies or prizes, I mean sure she won those too; but I mean the real achievements, the ones that you don't get rewarded or awarded or even acknowledged for. At 21 she flipped her life willingly (I know, talk about guts of steel) and then went ahead to find higher potentials to unlock. Work, family, relatives, she juggled them; some with great efficiency some just good enough but hey, nobody was complaining because I don't think anybody can ever really see how she does what she does. These are the kind of achievements people don't see and I hope she's realizing while reading this that she has become so much more successful already than she ever even wanted to be and I know she's not gonna stop here nor do I want her to. I just want her to know that hey, you've made a lot of checkpoints so far and boy am I proud.

As I said she is the eldest. You know, the one with authority, orders, taking the hit for someone else's mistake, ,maturity hitting her before her age, getting annoyed at her younger siblings but still sharing the last piece of chocolate with them. Everyone taught her well and she remembered it as well as she could. Something that she heard a little too much was how she was bold and strong and could go out and face anything. While they told her this, they told us to be like her and she protested. She wanted us to be ourselves. Now I know why. Because she knows what it's like being her. It's bold, it's strong, yes. But it's also a lot of keeping things to yourself and not telling anyone else because apparently she's the strong one.

I wish someone could've told her that you can be weak.

Just because you're bold does not mean you cannot give in sometimes and let yourself feel things, confront yourself and get back on track still feeling bold. One good thing happened when she flipped her life at 21 was that she got a best friend. He took care of her and thank God he made sure she gets to be weak too. Not that she wasn't independent, but it's good to have a confidante. Because at times you don't need someone to ask you to stop crying you just need them to tell you "come with me and cry in peace". He didn't change her. He showed her the better parts of her that were blindsided by her own strength. This isn't isn't about him so I'm going to go back to talking about her.

Out of all the people she has inspired, and that is a big number, I happen to be one. She has been a friend, a sister and a mother to me. She made sure I'm not afraid to express all that I feel. She once made me feel very special when she told me I was a lot like her. I felt like I made my mother proud in that moment. I felt bold, strong, independent and all the rest. Whenever I'm with her I feel spontaneous.

You know some people who just compliment your vibe so much and so easily? She's one of those.

I've seen her in her happy hours and in the hours she spent reflecting on her sad ones. I still feel bad about not being there for her when she needed me the most and I don't have any excuse for it. But I'm glad we stayed up that one night talking about anything and everything that bothered her. I felt useful. I felt grown up. Not because I was hugging someone crying when they were venting but because she deemed me old enough to understand her thoughts.

Ever since I was a kid I always wanted to grow up just like everyone else. Everyone told me it's not worth it. I still wanted to see. Now that I am grown enough to know what they meant, I wouldn't want to go back. Why? Because I can finally understand what keeps eating all these strong people inside be it her or my mother, which is honestly the same thing at this point. The least I can do is listen to them and assure them that I totally get what they're saying and it makes me feel glad that she's here to teach me what she knows and willing to take the blows to learn and let the ones younger to her know what to do and what not to do so they don't get as many wounds as her. Well, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

Anyway I think what I'm trying to say is that Varsha Sharma is one of the very few worthy people I know and I don't think I thank God enough for making sure she's a part of my life. So here's to the woman who taught me a lot of things and made sure I don't do things just for charity, Didi, I love you.

Happy birthday <3

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