My Cousin Sister 2020 May 2026

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.

When you see the world shutting down, when you realize that the next hug might be months away, you stop holding grudges over dirty dishes. We learned to apologize. Really apologize. We learned to say, “That hurt me,” instead of slamming doors. We grew up, together, in that small space.

But 2020 was the year of perspective .

We started watching the sun set from her balcony. Every single day. Without fail.

By October, things started to ease. Curfews lifted. We could go for a walk. But something had shifted permanently. Riya wasn’t just “my cousin sister” anymore.

 my cousin sister 2020