They lost their sister long ago
My husband was just three years old when he lost his older sister in a freak accident. What could have been worse for a mother than to lose her young child who was playing and laughing one minute and was no more the next. Though he was just three, my husband was impacted hugely and still remembers how it happened and the look on his mother’s face. He rarely talks about it, because the pain is way too much to express in words.
Rakshabandhan is a huge deal in northern and eastern India. Not just the gift and beautiful rakhi and the dresses, but the whole spirit of it… I never fully understood that feeling. We are just three sisters, no brother. We had cousins, but they all had their own sisters or a preferred cousin, so rakshabandhan wasn’t the same for us. It was just a ritual for us at most.