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The story behind the song, this is the story about the wedding time... this will come on spotify first O Sister… Are You Really Leaving? Abhishek Tirkey The house is dressed in flowers, but my soul is shivering within, In the echoes of this laughter, a heartbeat is breaking thin. The moments of farewell are heavy, frozen on your lashes now, This courtyard that was ours, feels like a stranger’s house somehow… (Whisper) Oh sister… are you really leaving me today? Our little petty fights, I’ll miss them more than I can say, These silent walls will only echo your name starting tomorrow, every day. “Mom, look what he did!”—who will ever say those words again? Who will hide my every fault, and shield me from the rain? That half-filled cup of tea, those books left scattered on the floor, I’ll sit here in the silence, and talk to them forevermore. The right to tease and trouble you, will soon belong to someone new, Just the thought of it alone, makes my heart cry out for you… Today, my very life is departing through that door, Everyone is here with me, yet I’ve never felt lonely more. These walls and these hallways, will only share our memories now, Your fragrance, dear sister, will linger in these streets somehow… Hiding her face in her veil, Mother wipes her tears away, Father’s heavy silence speaks a thousand things he cannot say. I wear a hollow smile, so they don’t lose their strength and fall, But inside, it feels like my life is being pulled out, once and for all. When you go, you take the light and the blessings of this home, The laughter and the mischief leave me standing here alone. That midnight bowl of Maggi… who will I share it with tonight? Where will this brother go, when you’re no longer in my sight? They say you’re "someone else’s wealth," a treasure for another, But you were always mine—how is this madness fair to a brother? I pray that wherever you go, you find a world of grace, For this brother’s only pride is the smile upon your face… Oh sister… you’re gone… Tomorrow, your room will be empty… Who will look after Mother… now?