Simi Garewal

My Family

	My father Brig. J.S. Garewal,		My mother, Darshi, sophisticated,
	3rd Cavalry, ace polo player,		elegant and utterly feminine. With
	epicure, bon vivant. He spoke		my hand on my heart I can say I never
	several languages fluently and		heard her speak a harsh word.
	had an impressive intellect.		Above all, it was her unconditional love
	Convivial with friends, but		and support that gave us our strength.
	somewhat formidable and a		She had immense charm. Our friends
	little out of reach with his two		who knew her tease us: ‘Why couldn’t
	daughters.		you girls be more like her?!’
	He died young at the age of 52.		We try..but its a high benchmark..
			She died at the age of 64.

Her hand on my shoulder...

...is always there

Amrita, my sister; when I was born

my mother said to her, ‘She’s your

baby sister, you have to take care of

her’.

And thats what she has done her whole

life - and mine...

She is my friend, my work partner, my

champion and my guardian. She gives

me her shoulder, both to lean on...

and stand on.

We are just the two of us. No parents.

No children. No other siblings.

But God says to me: ‘Dont worry. I

have given you the most loving and

supportive family - all in one person.

Amrita.’