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Splendid Sisters! 👧👧

Hi guys!


The person who embraced my successes and adversities, the one who always gave me a quick tickle and who made me realize the purpose of life is whom I want to share about today.

Dear reader, if you are an elder brother/sister to a younger sister, you should consider reading this.

Most elder siblings resent their younger sisters due to their drama-queen attitude. That does happen, a sister can be a brat sometimes. But, you know what? They can be heavenly blessings.

They are cherubic sweet little angels, ready to bless your day and mine with a captivating smile (and no sister can be as sweet as mine, I bet!) who are ready to sacrifice anything for the defence of yours. Even if they have to take the second pick, they (almost) never protest. My sister is no less. She is classy, cool, carefree, hardworking, ideal and witty, the perfect figure of the today's independent modern woman's characteristics. She has an unbelievable ability - she can maintain size zero without any dietary plans or exercise! She loves us and herself immensely. She's also a great dancer, actress and singer, you know.

Thank you Meghu for all that you did. You can always have extra TV time, lest you know the least eye-screen distance and time period. I'm not going to disturb you anymore during your MLP episodes. You're God's special gift to me, an asset of mine. I love you so much!

I want you to be a strong woman with great success in your future with a lot of courage to face difficulties!

Today, on the day she turns supercalifragilisticexpialidocious seven, I would love to tell her -

I LOVE YOU BABE!!!!  💓 💓 💓 

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  1. UnknownMay 22, 2018 at 9:06 PM

    Compendious and declamatory writing maansa 👏👏👏👏👏👏 way to go ✈️✈️

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    1. MaanasaMay 24, 2018 at 7:20 AM

      Thanks a lot akka for your encouragement! Will write more ;)

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  2. UnknownJanuary 24, 2019 at 2:29 AM

    And did you say that supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
    ;) You are amazing and am sure your sister also reflects you....

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    1. MaanasaFebruary 11, 2019 at 6:27 AM

      My sister is my little shadow who always provides me shade no matter how hot the Sun blazes. She is my precious little angel from whom I get the most profound truth no other would give, that makes me realize and learn a lot from her cute innocence. Will always cherish this lovely gift of mine =)

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