I fondly kept telling you, Mi, that in our next life, you shall be my little sister. I’d promise to protect you from all those who bullied you, made you cry and tried to rob you of your self-respect with false accusations you never bothered disputing.
And then one day imagine my stunned surprise when I learned there’s someone I could actually call my little sister. I was out distributing my wedding invitations when I literally bumped into this “stranger” who looked so familiar. He talked about his daughter who was visiting India. He was talking about my little sister.