@ the age of 3, I wondered who the other human being who is growing up with me in the same house
@ the age of 6, I hated her, thought she was my competitor
@ the age of 10, I missed her occasionally for she was away from home for her schooling
@ the age of 11, I fought with her for every little thing - including as to who gets the most roasted part of the potato fry my amma makes
@ the age of 12, I realised that she is indeed my blood and loved her too.I started going by whatever she told me -right from going out, to the dress selection , to the hairstyle I shud have
@ the age of 13, missed her terribly when her work kept her away from home
@ the age of 14,I gave her a huge list of things I wanted when she returned from Singapore & Malaysia and she dint make even the slightest fuss to get all that I wanted
@ the age of 16, I used to be glued to the comp just to recieve her mails updating us all about her day to day life in the USA and I used to take immense pride in showing her US snaps to my friends
@ the age of 17, I hated to be alone, when she got married. I still curse that video photographer who took some videos of me crying at the wedding hall when she got married.
@ the age of 18, I felt so nice when she was the first to send me a beautiful mail about my milestone of attaining 18 years.
A few years have rolled by after all these that are mentioned above, and how do I feel now?
Though we still argue over somethings, I feel so blessed that I have such a wonderful SISTER. She has only given me more and more.
My dear "B", I truly look up to you.
9 years ago