I don’t say this enough, and I don’t think I ever possibly could, but I love you. I love you a lot, actually. Being your sister is the greatest blessing life has offered me. There is no one I would have rather grown up and shared life with.

Lately, my big sister game has been off-ish. Well, not lately. It’s been off-ish for a while. I think that perhaps you know this but, like everything between us, you understand. You don’t make me feel guilty about the messages that get blue ticked and sometimes go un-replied or the phone calls that find me distracted at the other end of the line as I try to make my contribution towards building the nation. Our conversations now, always seem to be snatched in the moments we can carve out of our busy lives, but I’m painfully aware they’re more on my timeline than yours. I’m painfully aware that I am the one who stopped checking in and you are the one – right now – who anchors me to our sisterhood.

Thank you for dinner last evening, for laughter , for the journey down memory lane , for the gossip and tales . Yesterday reminded me so much of those nights, where we would talk all night about anything and everything. The choice of venue for the dinner, was a beautiful realization of how much attention to detail you give, of how mindful and knowledgeable about me you are. Thank you for that phone call, i needed it. I smile because you are my sister , i laugh because you can’t do anything about it. Last night was a big wake up call and So I wanted to say some of the things I never seem to have time to tell you:

I love you !

I am grateful for you !

I am proud of you!

I am here for you!

I understand!

You are the lens through which i see my childhood!It is said that, “Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.” thank you for being mine!