Birthday Wishes

When she came on February 11, 1993, I was angry because I was expecting a brother to bring the house down with our antics; not a sister. But, then my grandparents took a very disappointed me aside and told me that a sister is always better because she’d be beautiful and I get to buy her a lot of things and what all should be my responsibility to her and all… eventually, I was permitted to enter the hospital wing where she was kept. My Mom was lying on a bed. I looked around for the new creature that has come to invade my privacy and supremacy as the little megalomaniac boy king….  There she was… a little worm, wriggling under a table lamp, her eyes firmly close, with an annoyed face! They were keeping her warm, my Mom explained. Anyways, I took over her protection detail as a bodyguard. People started visiting (a lot) with baskets of sweets and fruits; all of it went inside me, of course. I protested when Dad tried to take me to school next day.

While growing up, we’ve had fights. But except once when I shot her with my air pistol, we’ve never had any physical fights. My friends pamper her even more. J.T or SKC never visit my house without chocolates for her. It’s like a bribe system that they themselves have started.

Now, 20 years later, I still feel the same; she’s still the same baby for me. She is cheeky, impossibly annoying, ideologically strange, philosophically abstract and unbelievably studious than anyone I have ever seen. I always disliked studious people because I could never read more than one page without getting distracted. My sister was the best student ever and threw a tantrum when her percentage went down by .001… Me? Percentage would throw a party if it went up for me, by chance.
Also, she condemns my romantic endeavors and sees through (with the precision of a CIA analyst) the seemingly adventurous trips I commit myself to…

My girlfriends think that I’m doing it all wrong by treating my sister as a little girl. They say I shouldn’t do it. I don’t know… I tell them I can’t help it. I told one of them once that even when I am 70 (my sister would be 63, then) I’d still consider her little.

So, here it is.

Wishing my little sister Aparna, a happy 20^th birthday. I welcome her to the Twenties…

P.S:- Hoping that she knows I’m a terrific Big Brother and I’d be sticking my head out from own issues from now on for any fool trying to hit on her.

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