To the outside world, we all grow old.
But not to brothers and sisters.
We know each other as we always were.
We know each other"s hearts.
We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.
I long for the day through the year that you so ceremoniously
tie rakhi on my wrist and pray for my well being.
Dear Sis, I wish that our bond grows stronger everyday.