Yellow cabs, white uniformed policeman,trams,posters of Dev covering the walls,the frequent voices saying 'Dada/Didi was ektoo dekhe cholun na. Yes I had arrived in the beautiful city of Calcutta. Although it was always a yearly visit with my family ,this time I had come alone to visit a member of my family whom I had never met, my sister. I know it's a bit weird to hear I have never met her. But I got my sister just three years back. I know it makes no sense to you readers but it's true. She is my virtual sister. I guess many eyebrows will rise now. Virtual sisters don't exist, but I assure you I have. Maybe if I was told this story 3 years back I would have never believed it. But this virtual sister is as real as real can get. Sayantika Mukherjee, my best friend, my soul sister and my sister. As I think about her I realise I have reached  my destination of our meet.Since I had come to Calcutta on a day when she had to go to college and since she is coffee fanatic like me we had decided to meet at Starbucks , the one good place near her college. As I pushed opened the door a blast of cold air greeted me (no complaints there,courtesy Calcutta's hot and humid weather). I searched for her pretty face and then I checked my watch, I had come half an hour ago so I will have to wait. I chose a table for two which overlooked the busy streets. I ordered a Frappuccino to keep myself busy till she came . With the frappe in my hand I scrolled up our chats. I laughed looking at some of them, smiled at the emotional and started reminiscing about our  journey as friends.

I had met her on 12th May 2017 on twitter. Both of us were members of a 25 membered group. I noticed her for her weird username and she noticed me for my boring profile picture. After a few days I asked the group 'Any bongs here' , and she popped up just as if she was raising her hand to a Question she knew answer to. I thought it was time I got to know her real name even though her weird UN had grown on me😂. After the bong connection introduction, we chatted about the pathetic actors in the Bengal film industry. After a long time I had someone who understood my sentiments about them 😂I liked her , and that marked our first conversations.
But much to my disappointment our first conversation didn't lead to a great friendship. A month and that was when I got to know her mind works in a twisted direction too. A horrible typo which led to a joke that just she and I could understand.
I found out she already had two friends whom she was close to. I had a tinge of jealousy. I never thought I could be close to her as she already had people to laugh and share secrets with. I remember the first time she had tagged me in a tweet 😂, it was the award for the most boring yet sweet person award, can't say I was proud of that. Today I laugh at that but that time I understood I was a bit boring to suit her.
Then one fine day she left the group along with her best and her first twitter friend. I didn't bother to find out why she had left. But within the next two days she had made another group and I was added. Till today I thank my stars for giving her the brains to add me in a 'Samrajya'
That's where our friendship started and took a turn.She had a fallout with a friend in the group and was so hurt that I got angry at that friend of hers. I didn't know why I felt protective towards a person I barely knew. But I stood with her that day as she felt weak. My small support made me her new 'discovery'. After that I chatted with her on almost a regular basis. I got to know her love for biryani , her mutual hatred for salman Khan , her love for phuckas, her fear of rigor mortis, her weird everyday tales such seemed possible to happen only with her and her anger stories that made her sound almost like a small witch😂Then came her birthday, honestly I was more excited for her birthday than I had been for mine. That day I had called her 'Sister' for the first time. At that time I didn't know that , a mere six letter word would make her so emotional. For her from that day she and I were sisters and she was possessive about it. I liked her possessiveness about me. After that we shared our school memories, our secrets, anything that disturbed us and every possible topic that can be discussed. When she wanted to share something she used to just type 'Ei Srabonti' And I knew I had to be there to hold her. She had become my elder and sometimes younger sibling. My day started with her good morning and ended with her good night. My love grew for her and I started expressing it whatever means I had on the virtual platform. At first I thought was it PDA but then I thought I don't care if others think it is , for me it's a way of showering my love on her.  She never expressed much , I knew what she wanted to say by her small other gestures. Then on new year's I heard her beautiful voice. It was so cheerful and bubbly that I could hear it all the time. I loved my virtual sister. If a day passed without her I would get worried about her. She once told me she was scared of losing me, I thought that day my fear of losing her was huger but I vowed that day to myself that one day I will get rid of her fear so that she could trust me just as she did with her secrets that I would never leave her. Three beautiful years had passed with her. My bio still had her name and I was true to my word of never leaving her and she never left my side too🤧.Both of us were imperfect but both of us were each other's companion. She made me a person who loves to express from an introvert.It was a feat not even my real life best friend had been able to manage. She made me a different person all together. Then she told me to meet her . Now that was my worst fear. What if she hated me when she met me in real life or what if I disliked her after speaking to her. Our beautiful bond would break forever. But then she called me. Our first phone call. My fears vanished. She was indeed no different in real life and I was never so confident of speaking to someone for the first time in my life. And the fact that she was just the same in real life gave me the satisfaction that she had shown her true self to me. Then finally the day came for us to meet.

As I was deeply engrossed in my thoughts and memories I didn't notice a pair of feet standing right in front of me. I looked up to see the owner of the feet and I saw her. My Sayantika. Her picture had done no justice to her beautiful face. Standing in front of me wearing a kurti and jeans I saw my sister looking ever so beautiful and pretty. Before I could say anything she said 'I am starving can I order first' and I laughed , that was my foodie , lovely beautiful sister. What happened today will be another tale.

Thik Emon Ebhabe tui theke ja shobhabe
Aami bujhe chi khoti nei aar tui chada goti nei.
My short story would be incomplete without this patent line of ours.
We have heard so many short love tales so I thought of a beautiful short sister tale.
This Story is a dedication to my best friend and sister who is always there for me.