You'll never know what you mean for me

Hello, 
Before writing this thing, I've made myself realized that no matter how much I write about this, I'll definitely run out of words but definitely not out of gratitude. Never Ever. So let's start. 
Ok! Just suppose, you found a lottery ticket deep inside a tropical forest in between the marshy bushes. You had it, kept it into your pocket. On reaching home you get to know that, there's actually no cash prize on this but the winner will get everything he demands for, anywhere, anytime. And, as soon as you loose every hope, the result arrives. AND YOU WIN. The things get weirder when you get to know that this was the only ticket printed. 
This is nothing but my juju, my talisman, my best friend forever, and my beloved sister Bhavna. Well! Not through bloodlines but through soul lines. I found her in a tropical evergreen forest aka our college. And she gave me bigger than anyone anywhere can ever demand of, A SISTER, securing a place in my heart which was never exclusive and is now un-alterable. 
I was an atheist till I met her but she made me realize that miracles do happen. And that is why I owe the Almighty.
Sometimes I think, where did it all begin. And I fail to trace it everytime. The present is so blissful that past is difficult to see through glitters. All I remember is what she did for me. I couldn't have managed to clear graduation, if she wasn't there. She's the one who rebuild this shattered heart. She's the one who make me believe everytime that this world still have flowers. She's the one whose 'Good Morning's is all I need. She's the one who make me feel wanted. AND SHE IS THE ONE WHO SAW MY DREAM FOR ME.
She's the one who made me believe that nothing is impossible. She's the only one who understand even what I don't express. And how awesome is to say that there is no day when we don't hear stuff. It's because of her, I don't feel alone anymore. And what not. 

I could've never been able to perform anything on height, but it's because of her I did. Even today when I remember her moist eyes after I made a hell on stage, it brings me chills and a feeling that's so precious to me, I won't even like to explain it further. She's the one who've heard me crying like an egg. 

I can never be enough thankful to her, for what she did for me. 

Once a wise man said, "Expression of eyes can be read by anyone. But the depression of heart, can be read by the best one. Care for everyone, but DON'T LOOSE THE BEST ONE." And there's no chance I'll let her pass from my senses, even for a second. After meeting her I realized that having is sister is like having a best friend, you don't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there. And after 2018 I never felt like I have nobody to hear me, nobody to let me know where am I making mistake, nobody to handle an overthinker like me, nobody who can control me. 

I just can't write these feelings in words. But I hope I'll make her smile one day. 

I don't know will I ever show her this coz she don't like when I do write stuff about her. She might never knew what she means to me. But I know this and this feeling is very precious to me. 

Love to the best sister in the world. ❤

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