Dear sis...
My doll..
My angel...my friend..
My mother ....my sister...my confidant..
There is nothing to offer you today
No kisses, no hugs, no gifts, no flowers..
I will package words
And gift you a bouquet of emotions
Of dreams and thoughts unspoken and unshared
I will tell you a story ..
Of a weak kid and a strong one..
Story of how when the weak kid failed and cried..the strong one would hold her hand
And fight the world...
Story of how when the weak kid fell...The strong kid would cry...
When the weak kid won...the strong one would celebrate
When the weak kid gave up...the strong one ...would persist...
When the weak was hungry ...strong would rush from her hostel with pack of noodles..
when weak felt lost..the strong one would spend her pocket money on books and paintings
and gift it to the weak one...
the strong one held weak one’s hand tightly in the crowd..
slowly and gradually...the weak one explored her life and became strong..
and the strong silently stood by her..scripting weak's completion without a word..
without any expectation ..without any return...
oh dear sis...
you became my strength at every step..
my anti-depressant
my inspiration
my ideal
my sky...
i dedicate who i am today to YOU ....
happy birthday dear darling..
