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MIRROR.

Have always wanted to write something for you,infact I wrote this months ago,but coudn't post it. Will sure do now. Better late than never.

So here it goes,


My mirror,






You hate it when i say you're my mirror. But believe me what is more fun than annoying you? 
I mean it. I mean it that you're my soul in a different body sent to me by god. You're this precious gem to me who is adorable even she wakes up in the morning with hair spread all over her face, with oily area of skin around the T-zone, and that beautiful smile you give when you look at me. 

I feel so blessed i cant express. 
You are exceptionally adorable even when you eat like a hungry grandma and demand expensive stuffs from me. You're adorable when you make cute little noises when we speak our own language. God ,I love that.

And it fills my heart with love to say how much i adore you when you're asleep with your tiny li'll hands and feet spread across the bed. 

I cannot even beigin to pen down all the beautiful,  lovely, fun moments with you. I have laughed till death to our jokes and cried to sleep at nights when you hated me. 

I know that I haven't been an awesome elder sister to you like you always wanted , but i always loved you like my own child whom i never wanted to get hurt by anyone or anything in this world. 
I would go to limits to save you from this harsh cruel world. But it gives me immense pride to see that you've made your way through this tough world on your own. 
You know what to stand for, and whom to stand by. You educated yourself on whats right and wrong .You made yourself strong enough to fight for the things you deserved.
Its a lot you've done on your own . 

Not everyone can create magic. Not everyone can be as candid as you. I had the most beautiful childhood filled with happiness, excitement, fun, joy and love because of you. I tried my best to create happy memories for you, i tried my best to be the best sister anyone has. To be your best friend and to be able to share everything together and share laughter in our own happy world together. Just the two of us. 
I used to be jealous whenever I had to share you, I suddenly feel like a guardian and dont ever wana give you up to just anybody because not eveyone will know how to takecare of you,but that just happens to every sister i guess.
When we fight, which is only what we have done lately ,mostly. My heart aches knowing this, even during the fight, that i wont be able to laugh with you for the next few days untill things are normal again. 

I watch you sleeping and my heart just wants to hug you. So i place my finger in your palm and experience the most beautiful bond we have. 
I may not have been the best sister to you, but here's one thing i would expect you to understand, that just like you, i am also evolving everyday. 
I have my own insecurities and issues in my life i worried about. I have not been able to live my life as per to my expectations,i ddint come to this world fully known learned about sisterhood, or the way to act as i dont have anyone to look upto. This is my first trial at being the elder sister. And im trying everything. Im correcting every single day. I want you to know that im just as imperfect as anyone else. 


I am very harsh on myself when i let people down. Even when i let down you. 
I have a lot on  my plate every single day with all the responsibilities and expectations to fulfill. You would know if you would step into my shoes. 
You misunderstand me. A lot. I hope you'll understand one day when you're older. 
I just wana say this , my lil piece of heart, that i love you. And i will always love you no matter what. Even if you hate me. Even if you think im not a good sister. I miss my lil angel. You sparkle the world with your pressence. Do not ever settle for less.

With love, 
To my lil starfish. :) 



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