A letter to my Sister

 

I remember the days when i was 9 and you were 10. We fought over silly things every now and then. Those days when mom and dad took us for weekends. And look how those beautiful days have changed. You used to wait at your school gate just to walk back  home with me. And see we have grown and how independent we could be. When we used to fight for a silly pen and a new school bag. And do you see that those days were without tag. And when dad used to give 20 rs a month that you saved and i always spent. And now doesn't those savings  feel insignificant. The nights you studied and i happily slept. Is there something that we have left? Lets get down to the memories when the guava tree was the only shade. Those memories have gone blunt but will that ever fade??