To my sister,

Mar 27, 2026

The one who calmly listens to my funny stories about gulaab jamun and the life lessons we learn from them, and who just bears my weird personality all the time.

Thank you for paving the way for me. Thank you for doing all the things at the start and always ensuring my safety.

We’re so different, yet we both know each other’s minds. We know what goes on, what lies I tell, and what truth I hide in my eyes. She knows it all.

To the one who knows where my home chappal is and whom I’ll always follow, I followed her as a child when she went upstairs. I followed her in crowds. She always took the lead, and I always wanted to stay behind her, protected by her.

Thank you for always bringing complimentary gel pens for me whenever you visit the stationery for work. And thank you for covering for me whenever my orders come in. One thank you isn’t enough; I want to appreciate a gem like you!

You can never be replaced. The things will always be there in the house where we shared our childhood. All the memories will be in the right place. I know wherever we are, we’ll always be connected. I don’t know what the past held or what the future holds, but one thing I know is that she’ll hold me whenever I want, come to me whenever I make a mistake, take my side, and say, “You’re right.” She’ll clean up the mess I create, and what else do I need?

The texture of jalebi that makes you go mmm, those random bhel-making days after a heavy family lunch, coming home to watch Bigg Boss and eat bhel puri together, and the days when I had a bad day, and we’d go to our favourite cafe to chat about everything. It was not about the food or the shows I was watching – it was you who made it memorable.

Having your sibling by your side is the best thing anyone could have. I’ve been through so many friendship breakups, but my sister was always there for me, even when she was in college. She’d call me up to console me. Everyone knows how much it means when someone stays with you through everything.

I love you, but I won’t forget the day you came to my classroom and took out my tiffin. I’d made up a story about not bringing it and was happily having aloo ka paratha with my teacher. I hate you for that.

At the end of the day, it’ll always be my sister and me, by each other’s side through thick and thin. And trust me, mujhe isse zyada zindagi se kuch nahi chahiye. (I don’t need anything more than this.)