My sister is my better half, quite literally. She is that one person who understands what is running in my head by simply looking at me. From the thought of eating pani poori on a rainy day or wanting to kill some irritating fellow, everything occurs to us at the same moment!
Initially, we did have our petty fights, but who doesn't! Then came a point in life when we were separated for a long time, and that is when I realised that she is much more than a sibling to me. When I am sick and weak, she is a mother to me. When I am confused and depressed, she is a father to me. When I am happy and crazy, she is my best friend! All in all, she means the world to me.
I do not distinctly remember my parents telling me things during my childhood. I have always looked at my sister and wanted to be like her. Her honesty, boldness, beauty and charisma are qualities that I have always tried to inculcate in me. I have always wanted to be her reflection, be as nice a person she is, make strong decisions the way she does and learn to love every moment of the one life that we are all gifted with!
Now, why am I being so emotional and sentimental and typing out all this? I came back home really tired after work today, with the only thought of crashing on my bed immediately! But when my sister opened the door with a broad smile on her face and said, "helllooo sisterrr!", that's when it struck me all over again that she is like oxygen to me!
Her presence makes everyday worth loving and living, and that is something that I have learnt from her.
