A Swister" wrangle on who loves more?

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While the series blog is on hold, I am taking this opportunity to share this mid-post. And just to set the record straight, I’m definitely not trying to provoke jealousy by writing about my sister!


In this post, I’m not just expressing emotions, took enough time to articulate this bond of sisterhood and giving it the recognition it deserves. There’s a clear reason why people refer to elder sisters as the third parent without batting an eyelid.

She takes me to beautiful places, buys me all the cute stuff, cooks for me, takes care of me—basically, she does it all. This isn't just bragging; I’m genuinely in awe of how my sister can be so much more than one could imagine. It's clear I follow in her footsteps, and I’m proud to do so (ultimate credit to our parents). At the same time, she’s given me invaluable advice on areas where I can grow, making sure I become an even better person than she is. Not everyone has this level of sincerity. We learn from our mistakes, but don't you think I've got a dual advantage in this case?

I'd have already mentioned somewhere, why's that plots/stories on relationships as such are less oftentimes made? We often underestimate the significance of these experiences. The cinematic world can easily distract us(while me still being nonchalant about it) leading us to conform to societal expectations; which is why mayhaps jus one movie about sisterhood in a decade might feel like head in the clouds. But here I'm going at all odds from the earth; instead, I'm here to celebrate the beauty of sisterhood and we're giving our plot. My story is viewed in the unforgettable adventures we shared while exploring Europe together as Indian siblings. Rare? No, it's uniqueness.

We have always experienced tremendous love and care, but there’s one truth she can't deny: she loves me the most, and I am undeniably lucky to have her in my life. But it isn't that I don't like taking pride, she's lucky as well that her sister has written a journal about her.In my view, big heartfelt writing always makes someone feel incredibly special—it's like each word adds a layer of appreciation. I love receiving long, thoughtful birthday notes, but since I'm the blogger in my circle, I make sure I dedicate it to my people. I've already dedicated more than three blog posts to this amazing girl, and honestly, she deserves even more. No more rattling on more about thinking if writing about us would ever bore the readers, because it's just a small way of showing how much she means to me.

She has always been the first person to read my blog, and I’ve never posted until she gives me the "Perfect" stamp of approval. But today, I’m posting it directly—much to her surprise.


In Liebe, 
Deine Raakkkuu❤

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