From Amsi, with love
Author :
Spaceman Spiff
Blog :Senseless Sense?Or sensible nonsense?
Date: 5/17/2012 7:20:00 AM
Be it the time you hit your face on the Luna while diving valiantly to take that catch when we were playing cricket, and you broke a tooth…
Be it the time you burnt your fingers during a flowerpot mishap that Diwali…
Be it all the times we played cricket inside our tiny little 2BHK flat, with a diary for a bat and the front door as the wickets…
Be it the times you took all the brunt of whatever mischief I had done, just because you were the older one…
Be it those countless times when we constantly fought over the phone, or that one single remaining hug-pillow, the twin of which we had hugged away to its ruin…
Be it the n number of movies to which you have let me tag along with you and your friends…
Be it letting me wear your clothes, even though they never fit me properly…
Be it the times we’ve fought over who will get to read the latest issue of Tinkle first, setting our own rule of ‘whoever sees it first gets to read it first’…
Be it the times when I finished off three-fourth of a bottle of Hajmola or a plate of grapes before you even noticed, and then you proceeded to count out the remaining ones and shared it equally…
Be it the way you always put an extra 1000 bucks in my account than what I had asked for…
Be it the fact that all the three phones that I’ve owned till now were sponsored by you, not to mention half my wardrobe…
Be it the way you call me Amsi…
Be it the way you yell at me for doing too much drama…
For all that and more…
I love you more than these mere words can ever express.
You are the best sister anyone could have ever asked for, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world. Well, maybe for an iPhone. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, ok?
Happy 30th to the strongest and most delightful person I know (besides me, of course).
Happy b’day, my dear chech.
