To my fiercest competitor

This is for those hide and seek games when she used to be the first one to get out because she was the youngest, for those many many fights when we would literally pull each other's hair, bite, pinch and slap each other in equal measure, also for those moments when she would start crying louder just to get my mom to scold me for hitting her, for those endless games of snakes and ladders and business, for those cricket matches in the evenings, for those really competitive badminton games, for those summers when every afternoon was spent playing carroms where she would beat me every single time, for those scrabble games where I would beat her, for those times when she'd make me mad by waking me up just so she could make the bed or clean the room and also for those times when I would disturb her sleep by keeping the lights on so I could read my book till 2 a.m., for that time when she tricked me into eating raw flour but also for those times when she stole tamarind from the kitchen for both of us, for many other fights in between and for the more recent cold wars. But most importantly, this is for the competition that we've had over the years for being Didi and Bhaiji's favourite sister and now for being Rishu, Richa and Gia's favourite aunt. This is for my fiercest competitor. Happy birthday Misha

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