This post is a tribute to my little sister. Let's call her SP. She wants me to blog, blog, blog until my name comes up on search engines so she can *show off* to her friends. Abiding by her wishes, this is me typing away!
So, let me give you a little insight into my sister. She's 12 now, looks a lot like me except the really short hair-do, and when she gets really bored types "SP is a rockstar, did you understand what I am trying to communicate with you." on Google search, only to read "No results found" in 42 seconds. Go figure.
Dance freak that she is, she attends Shiamak Davar dance classes, persuades me to reach class(which is in a shady basement,by the way) half an hour early since she has no faith in me. These stereotypes regarding teenagers not being punctual does not apply to me, and if 12 years of living with me hasn't taught her that, nothing ever will!
Her favourite pair of shorts measures barely one handspan, we love imitating her Hindi teacher-yeaaah, roll number saybun, baith jao- (For the uninitiated, that's-roll number seven, sit down) and sometimes she believes she is Kalpana "jaadu ki chadi" from the Bollywood blockbuster Ghajini.
I guess this is all coz puberty hasn't really hit her yet, but the"innocence"(my mother's words) is refreshing.
Love you poopoo.
Maybe one day my name will actually appear on search engines, and this embarrasses you like hell!
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