Sister 2020 _top_: My Cousin

If someone had asked me in 2019 to describe my relationship with my cousin sister, I would have shrugged and said, “She’s family. We do the Diwali puja together. She steals my clothes.” It was a bond defined by holiday overlaps and polite small talk at family dinners.

Tonight, as I write this, I am back in my own room. The lockdown is easing. We are supposed to go back to “normal” soon. But I don’t think I want to go back to the old normal with her.

But 2020 was the year of perspective .

Then March 2020 happened.

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In the gallery of my 2020 memories, one figure stands out more vividly than the Zoom calls and the sourdough starters: My Cousin Sister.

That notebook became our confessional. It holds the real story of 2020 for us: the anxiety, the hope, the stupid jokes, and the tear stains. If someone had asked me in 2019 to

If 2020 taught us anything, it’s that "family" isn't just about who you share a last name with; it’s about who shows up when the world shuts down. My cousin sister was the one who kept the humor alive when things felt heavy. She was the proof that even when you can't hug your favorite people, you can still feel their presence. The Legacy of 2020

She was the person who knew I was having a panic attack before I did. She was the one who texted me a funny meme at 2 AM because she knew I couldn’t sleep. She was the keeper of my lockdown secrets—the failed crushes, the career doubts, the fear of a future that felt so uncertain. Tonight, as I write this, I am back in my own room

To my cousin sister: 2020 was a year the world wants to forget, but because of you, it’s a year of friendship I’ll always remember.

And suddenly, the world shrank to the size of our living rooms.