Sisterhood

"Hey do you think this shirt goes well with this jeans? I think it doesn't match that stylo but what's your opinion?"

"Can I borrow your hair-catch , you see, it goes pretty cool with my outfit! oh and your watch too *big-grin* "

TiiIIiiSshHhh!!

"Oh my Gosh! That was mum's favorite glass! what do I do now?? Hey! would you cover it for me? Say yes, say yes! C'mon, C'mon....C'mon!!"

Well I do have to cove her up! After-all she's my sister!

Always up with something and always having something to say, the constant chatter-box, yes my sister!

With sparkling eyes, bouncing steps, quick-witty look, ever-smiley face and Yes!! how can i forget! EVER-NAGGING and EVER-IRRITATING!!

When kids, she would nag me to complete her half-made drawing just because it would look better and she doesn't know how to draw that particular stuff.

Man! c'mon, don't draw that if you can't!...GrrRr!!

Sometimes she would give me somethings out of her 'treasure' and if after that we had a row she'd start asking that back even when she had promised she WOULDN'T! Ugh!

She would want to copy me, whatever I do she had to do that. She was happy if mum gets us same clothes, GOD! I hated that, literally!

But time changes and it did change for my sister too. She grew-up [not that I din't, I was sensible before too :D]

She also grew out of her nagging and no, not irritating-self, just the nagging thing. she still irritates me! lol!

But now i've got my secret-keeper, the one I could turn back to and oh yeah! scold as well.

Hey! the best part, I get to borrow her things. Errr.....my borrowing is different. Even if she isn't willing to give, i still 'borrow'.

Well,,,that gives her liberty to lay her hands on my stuff as well. huh! in situations as such..

"Uhh....I really have to go over to my friend's place, and you gotta help me get mum's permission"

She would try to make me bribe her with something but i wouldn't. So anyways, she would have to help me.

*angelic-look*

This is how goes with a sister.

Sisters are meant to be such. They are meant to be your soul-mates and always help you in every dire situation.

Even if you have to do some sneaking, they'd be on the watch-out *winks*.

A little spice, A little giggle, all the colors, glitters, shine, fun and happiness added together takes the form of a sister.

Three Cheers to the Sisterhood!

LONG LIVE SISTERHOOD!

The Haven

She sits there, forlorn and tired. Her chin rests on her knees as she hugs herself to block the chill off. The moon throws its eerie, silvery glow over the world below. A distant hoot of a barn owl or a howl from some stray dog breaks the icy silence. She gazes somewhere far, not knowing herself the destination unknown.
She thinks about him and an affectionate sigh escapes her lips as she shifts her position. There he stands…that captivating smile playing on his handsome face, reaching his eyes and making them dance.
He moves towards her with gait like a feather floating in air and reaches her softly.
“What’s bothering you today?” he whispers as he floats down beside her. She looks away, her hair making a veil of black silk over her face.
“The dream…” not looking at him, she says in a small voice.
He laces her fingers with hers and softly presses her hand. Surprised he is at the coldness of the small hand in his. He rubs it, glowing warmth spreads through her. That even melted the ice of her eyes causing the water to trace her cheeks.
“The dream again.” Says he.
“He never comments on the dream, never unfolds its mystery to me? Why it haunts me so?! Why am I so alone in it when he is always within thoughts reach…?”
She thinks as her eyes searches the answers on his radiant face. His lips brushes against the back of her hand, his touch like a cool breeze flowing through the leaves, making them dance ever so lightly.
She smiles then; his presence always has such effect on her. He notices the calmness spread over her so steers her towards her room. The graceful fingers tuck her in and he sits there, holding her hand until she lulls to sleep, looking in those dreamy eyes.
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She stands there all alone, scared and panting as is she has run miles and miles. A heart-stopping growl makes her realize that she is being surrounded by wolves…blood-thirsty, cold-blooded and lusty wolves, who looks at her with drooling mouths. She backs away, tries to save herself but stumbles and falls down. Closing around her are wolves and stranded she is alone…
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She wakes up all sweaty and out of breath. Her heart thumping wildly as if was trying to break the cage of ribs. She looks around but couldn’t find him.
“Why this dream haunts me so much?!” sobs she.
“Why are these wolves always clambering around me? Looking at me so lustfully… why am I so alone in it? Why isn’t there somebody to help me out? Is it how the send would be like? Would I be taken by the wolves…tear me apart, would they?”
“So many questions, Lord! So many! For answers I search, I crave…” she sobs in her hands.
His touch spreads ripples through her, just as a stone thrown in still water, those ripples which spread further and further until disappearing. He says nothing, just holds her tight. Her answers still blowing in the wind, the questions echoing in her ears…she buries her face in his chest and feels safe there, in the protection of his arms.
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This world is clustering and overflowing with wolves un-leashed. All lusty and barbaric. Woman’s respect has shrunk to merely desires and lust. This is the dream that irks her so much, she being all alone in this world with “wolves” around her.
She takes refuge in her imagination where she is loves, truly and respectfully. Where he holds her tightly when she is scared, suffocated and torn. Listens to her passionately and calmly when she is all down…where she is not looked at with lustful eyes, drooling mouths.
These imaginations, visions and illusions sometimes form shape, reality. And this reality keeps the world struggling on, gives many a people a reason to live, breath, smile and to look forward to a new day, to the crisp sun to glimpse over the horizon and…to feel the warmth.