XOXO

I have talked about her as a sister but if I talk about her as a daughter, as a friend, as a person then I would definitely end up with trees less earth and still be left out with insufficient papers. The ones who says no one is perfect I wish I could slam her picture on their face. But I wouldn’t. Cause I wanna safeguard her from all the evil eyes. She is, and has to be mine only. I always claim myself as god’s favourite child as he bless me with the best. Undoubtedly, she is one of those precious blessings.

She has always put me on the top. Things that she couldn’t do it for herself she gives her everything to make it for me. In this generation, where women flaunt their bodies and desires, she always flaunt her loved ones. I have seen her sacrificing her daily pennies to fulfill what her family wants. She gets the drop of love and makes an ocean for others. Her sacrifices, her scars, her dreams, all are hidden in her purest little heart she holds. She is known for her beauty and generosity in her life. But if you ever go through my soul, you will always find her as the purest soul. A muse. A reflection of God’s most beautiful creation. You will find her as a role model. Even the greatest souls would bow down to her. She is the greatest treasure I have in my lifetime. If she is a word, I would highlight her. If she is a page, I would mark her with a bookmark. And if she is a book, I would re-read her every single day.

I would literally worship her with no shame. I would kiss the ground she walks on. I would store the ornaments in museum that she wears. I would preserve her smile. Preserve her forever with me.

There’s a saying that when somebody loves you with their hearts, they write a whole damn book on you. And I thought saying I love you would be so underrated. Why to give her a star when she deserves the whole galaxy? Why to give her a pebble when she deserves a mountain? Why to give her a leaf when she deserves a whole forest?

If I’m the sky, she is the ocean. When I cry as rain she dissolves every drop in her. When I rage with thunder she creates the same tranquil waves. The color I become, she reflects the same in her and people think she is colorless. BUT, I want them to know that,

being a writer, many write-ups are written by me

but I’M, written by HER!