...a "testimonial" by my sister... nicely written piece... creativity that should be shared...

heheheh....where shall I start? The cockroach in the bathroom? The whining for the handkerchief? The overcooked tomato daal? Two pregnancies? Two nephews? Teary break-ups? What part of you shall I write this testimonial for? Perhaps just tell you I love you? So here goes:

To me you are like a clear pool of silver waters -- no streaks of malice, no moldy spite. Sometimes flushed golden with intense love and loyalty, sometimes a baby blue under a sky full of dreams, sometimes a pretty pink overflowing with innocent longings. And yet, ever elusive. Not to be caught and held and scrutinized. You gently drip away if I scoop you into my hands. I could as much wish to understand the mysteries of space than to try to fathom the depths of this little pool of mischief-- my little sister.