July 22, 2008


I used to have a kid sister
Who grew on me like a blister
And I never ever missed ‘er
But now I need to stand in queue
For at least a day, sometimes two,
To hear “I, I M fine, how are u?”
Earlier she was a royal pest
Now she is always writing a test
They say growing up is for the best
But with me this does not register.


Trinaa said...

wow, very beautiful and touching :)

wendigo said...

i like when gullu goes away because you post much more.

Ink Spill said...

@trinaa...thanks! :)
@ wendigo: what makes you think gull...umm...Mr Gulati is away?

wendigo said...

oh thought you said something about visa shisa. if not, good. just kipp poshting to entertain me. good'un, this.

Wordsmith said...

lol adorable! kaash mera bhai bhi meri yaad mein daastaan likhta! :)
blogger's word verification - ljwefj: leading jewels wike ees feels jood!

Rash said...

I lauuuw your bachpan ke photos. Kisne liya tha? I'm always in Q to talk to the brother too. Aaj ke bachche!

Ink Spill said...

@ all the suffering sisters: mine came over and stayed with me last night after reading this. blackmail over the blog works.

And the pic was taken by grandpa's friend (with a lovely old SLR I guess).

Anonymous said...

Ohhhh I will cry now.

Btw wait till she gets married! At least the blackmailing works right now.