For my younger sister.

27.07.2010.

About changes, things are at times so good as they are that you fear for changes. The fact is amongst 10 days side by side despite hundreds of days apart, bred were both beloved familiarity and realization of indispensable growth. She, the little baby who stayed with me day and night, described me secretly in her essays on the person she loves, laughed loudly only with me, cried at the doors waiting for me, played games only we played with me, believed in Santa Claus because of me all the way till the age of 10, teared on parting me and cheered whenever with me, is now 16, IT savvy, can cook and knows how to wash dishes. I looked at her without realizing she has grown up and has learnt to manage things on her own, yet on looking around, her friends are now big boys and girls. So is she the little girl. Time after time I thought of her like a seed I grew. Now in the season greeting where the seed blooms, I was a little confused for a change.