Travelling to Malaysia with my sisters turned us from strangers into soulmates

Years later, G got married and settled in Mumbai. In Gurgaon, B continued to change jobs until she finds one that she loved. Higher studies took me to Pune. The turn of my relationship with G came when I discovered that she was pregnant. I was no longer the family of the family; I could now be a role model of someone. The work began to bring me to Mumbai and closer to G. Finally, she became the first person to which I confided in my relationship and also the one that held me at the end. With B, I could never quite establish this kind of link. Until one day, I found myself added to a WhatsApp group called “The Three Musketeers”, thanks to the Gris of G for a girl’s trip to Baku.

B was flying from Delhi, and G and I of Mumbai. But just as G and I arrived at the airport, we were told that Iran and Israel had closed their airspace due to the bombing. Our flight was canceled. B, meanwhile, had already landed in Baku, blocked and anxious. What was supposed to be an exciting journey turned into a burst of constant updates and our parents panicking.

And then, in a decision that only my sisters could withdraw, we decided, in a few hours, to restart everything. Malaysia had a visa policy on arrival and it was a way for us to be always together. B packed its bags in Baku, reserved the next flight available, and before we can treat everything, we were on the way to Kuala Lumpur. Throughout all the chaos, I felt something move. We do not travel together, we turned each other, making sure that we all arrived in the same place. All this, just to see each other.

This first night in Kuala Lumpur, shifted at Jet, we ended up in our hotel room, extended on the beds, scrolling the restaurant options. “What do you want to eat?” G asked me. Usually they simply decided and I was supposed to obey. But now they asked me. My opinion was ultimately important.

Traveling to Malaysia ended up being wonderful. Every night, B would make us do a elaborate skin care routine. “You will thank me when you are 30 years old,” she said, while having something on my face while I ride my eyes. But I secretly loved it. We laughed, we discussed whether the double cleaning was a scam, and somewhere between the two, we started talking. Really talk. On the relationships and insecurity they had shared between them in the past, but never with me.