Her.

Sai. Just three alphabets, yet, the name weighs tonnes.

As far back as my memory takes me, I remember her going out of her way to take care of me. Apparently. when I was a year old and she was three, she'd try to hold me in her arms and shush me like my mother did. Barely any taller than a potted plant, she nurtured her motherly instincts from the day I was born.

Over the years, we've fought like animals. Pulling hair, scratching, biting, punching, kicking, anything you can think of. But at the end of it, either of us would come crawling back and

apologize and we'd cry our eyes out and hug and make up.

She's always been the innocent one and I always had the mischievous streak. Every time I went "Saiii listen naa", her eyes would go wide and she'd say, "What's it this time?"

There's nobody that can understand me as well as she does. She'll disapprove of my choices, but she'll stick nevertheless.

We've always been told how strikingly similar we are. But what you see is just the outside. She's the person I can never be.

I've never seen a person so giving, so pure and pristine. If I can get myself to be half the human being she is, I'll consider myself lucky.

I've never seen her sit still. She's the world's fastest and most efficient multi-tasker. 

She's juggled TYBA, an exchange program with Germany, a French level with Alliance, and number of things I can't even remember.

She introduced me to Classic Literature. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be sitting in a corner reading Tinkle and Archie's. No kidding.

She's protected me from my parents every time I messed up. She'd yell and give me a piece of her mind later, but she'd never let anyone else scream at me.

My sister is my best friend on earth. I know I can fight with her and behave my worst, but she'll always have my back.

Today we've come to a point where the fragile, dainty little lady needs me to be her bodyguard cause she's so delicate. I'd do that for you for life, Saiyu.

It surprises a lot of people how close we are. Sometimes it surprises us too :P

There's so much I can say about her. SO much. I'll always fall short of words trying to tell you how much it is that I love you.

I love you to the moon and back, and yet a little more.

Wish you a very very happy 21st. Not that you look like it at all, not even close, but well, happy birthday anyway.

If there's anyone I'd take a bullet for, it's her. It'll always be her.

Reality Check.

The wounds may heal, but the scars will stay. And what caused the wounds will always be despised. A second look at your scars will always bring back unwanted memories. Those will never really phase out. Learn to accept them and live with them or accept the fact that it'll never be okay again. 

That's all you need to know about this phase. Acceptance.

Waking up to Reality.

It's only after the worst of the storm has hit, does it finally settle. 
C'est la vie, Cherie.
That's what every turn in your life is like. Good, followed by bad, followed by the worst, and when you're at the brink of giving up, it starts getting better again.
She was there, at the edge, jumping off the cliff. 
She could look back only to find demolition. Bits and pieces. Scars and wounds. She was so busy looking back that she overlooked what lay before her. There's always sunshine beyond those dark clouds that haunt your present. But a distraught person has every reason to not believe. She didn't either.
She gagged as Fear enveloped her heart. She choked on self pity and spat out her confidence. 
She believed that there was nothing left to believe anymore. Nothing.
A whisper in her ear and a hand at her waist, pulled her back into the realm of possibility.
Was it possible? Was it real? Reality was too harsh and her dreams too unreal. 
Fighting against reality, soothing herself by her dreams, she refused to open her eyes. She wouldn't dare see the world again. She wouldn't dare to believe again.
Faith and Belief had failed her.
Her eyes twitched, Hope prodded at her heart. One eye at a time, she opened her eyes to see what stood in front of her. Her feet gave away, she fell to the ground.
This couldn't be happening.
Love stood tall in front of her. No, it had to be an illusion!
He reached out to her. But was she brave enough to take his hand again?
Patience embraced him as he smiled, waiting. Who could fight against those two? And for how long?
He sat down next to her, ignoring the whimpering noises she made. 
He took her hand in his and wiped her tears. "Come" he said.
Almost as if he'd given her strength, she stood up again. Silhouettes of Fear and Pity lingered as they were drawn out of her. She took a step forward, testing new waters.
How was this happening? She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again, expecting to see herself in a dark corner. But she was out there. Hand in hand with him again. Smiling after what seemed like eternity.
Embraced by Happiness. Backed by Hope. Blessed by Faith. Guided by Love. 
It was unreal, but true.
The sunshine had fought the darkness away. And for once, Reality was better than her Dreams.