KKB

KKB is no code for a secret society or espionage. It’s my term of endearment for my “Bhabhi,” or sister-in-law for the uninitiated.

Besides being married to my older brother, for over 44 years, Kumkum Bhabhi has held — and still holds — a special place in my heart. I was barely a teenager when she came to live with our family. Mom and Dad had moved to Bombay, and at a tender age herself, she took over as the lady of the house.

She cared for me, and loved me, as a son. KKB has always been there when I needed her, and we developed a bond that has survived the distance of time and space, and lives lived on two separate continents.

It’s a rare phenomena to connect at a level where there are expectations, no ego, no demand for payback. Just an unconditional love that stems from a human bond that has no explanation. Maybe somethings are better left unexplained.

We rarely find relationships that help define us as people. We must consider ourselves lucky when it happens. This is one of those, and must simply be cherished.