Monday, 31 July 2017

NOTHING BETTER THAN MY SISTER


These are the times of double incomes, but more divorces. These are the times of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are the times of broader highways, but narrower viewpoints. These are the times of high-rise buildings, but low-rise characters. These are the times of steep profits, but shallower relationships. These are the times where man has gone all the way to the moon, but finds it difficult to cross the road and meet the new neighbour. These are the times where we have much too show in the show window, but nothing to show in the stock window and in these times finding a great sister like mine is like finding Kohinoor. With these backgrounds of the world a sister in any brother’s life holds great virtues and values in their life. When I first met my sister, I honestly didn’t know that she is going to be so important to me. One smile can start a friendship, one word can end a fight, one look can save a relationship, and one sister can change your life. She knows just where I dream to go, remember where I have been, accepts me just the way I am and treats me like a friend. She’s someone who is there for me, no matter what or when and every time am with her it’s like coming home again. A strong relationship doesn’t need daily conversation doesn’t always need togetherness, as long as the relationship lives in the heart, true brothers & sisters will never part. Twenty years from now, I am going to look back and remember that my sister was that one person who lifted my head when I was losing faith in myself; that one person who carried tears on her shoulders, after every fight, every breakup, and every death; that one person that accepted every decision I made and guided me where wrong, that one person who knew who I really was and that one person that made the biggest difference in my life……my best sister. We may fight and we may cry, but our relation will never die. I’ll care for you until the end because you’ll always be my very best sister, very best friend.

-AKASH BHATT




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