Sister.

Sister. 

I saw her for the first time in my third standard. With eight years of age gap, we are not sisters we are like mother and daughter.Yes I take care of her like a mother and she respects my words just like a daughter. 

Her eyes shines like a diamond. Her cheeks are as red as a rose. Her chin carries a dimple. Her hair is silky and her complexion is fair. This is it. She is not perfect for everyone. But yes, she is perfect for me. With her smile, stars seemed less brighter and moon started blushing. I am not praising her beauty, I am just describing my beautiful sister. 

Yes,

We fight

We laugh

We cry

We jump

We shout 

We make faces

We do things to make each other happy. 

People don't know how much we care for each other. People don't know how much we long to see each other. People really don't know how much we love each other. 

I cry each time I leave my home and go to hostel. I miss her naughtiness, her anger, her what not! I fight with her. I scold her. I slap her. But I will not let anyone (not even my mother) utter a word against her. 

At the end, I want to let her know that I love her more than I love myself. And distances never separate hearts which are connected. The distance between us doesn't matter. The only thing that matter is that when ever I my mind reminds me of you, my lips smile automatically. 

With love, 

Your loving sister, 

SISIRA.