Dedicated to my dear sister- Abhilasha
As we fight over a piece of the cake…
A little drama that I must fake..
Coz I am 23 and you are 12..
And so I’m the one who must dwell
We never share our clothes like other sisters do
Reasons being more practical than the lack of my dressing sense has got to do..
A steady 11 yr gap meant 2 cupboards filled to the brink
Mine with black,and yours still stuck up on pink..
And just like me, you may choose others..
to tell those things, you can hold no further..
But just in case you need a shoulder..
Remember your sister and that she’s older
And that she too was once as young as you
Although the things that happen to you may seem new
The years between us stay constant
A reminder to me, that I’m always the elder
Leaving you at home today, I went to a mall
Coz you don’t gossip and I no longer play with the doll….
They say there comes an age
Beyond which everyone is an equal
For you I shall wait at that threshold..
so that together…we can grow old..
I may not always say this but …I LOVE YOU. 🙂 :*