lali my dali

I wanna be the first one to wish lalu but i know i wont be able to stay up till 12 at night so insahllah at sehari time. lals happy happy birthday and may u have many many more. may your life be full of happiness and joy and fights with me and many more.

• ok there has to be a trip down memory lane right now. lali was a really cute little dhamaka (bomb explosion), her hair were always standing on ends. she was as fair as the snow, now shes all pale and yellow :) but then she was the cutest lil thing. td dont worry she cant take your place but since she came first she has a 4 year headstart. ok then when she turned a little older she had these cutest dimples in her cheeks, not one not two but 3 straight lines on each cheek. she had that bob cut with a fringe and there was nothing cuter than that. even now when i look at that picture i wanna bite her cheeks. if you have seem george lopez then the boy max in it looks exactly like lali did as a kid.
• lali did the wierdest things and got hurt the most i remember once we were out cycling and she fell down and her head burst open. she was wearing a white sleevless top and it all became red. I being a 10 yr old kid got so scared. i dragged her home, with her arm in one hand and the bike in the other. i cried all the way and she just walked alongside me silently.
• then there was this time when maich td and i were lying in the bed while lali climbed on top of the head board and would jump over us and land at the foot of the bed, well she was no gymnyst so she fell and hit her lip on the foot of the bed and her upper lip slit open. we all laughed thinking her nose was bleeding but in all actuality it was her lip, that was scary. she got 7 stitches on her upper lip.
• then there was this time when ujala was passing through this phase where she did not want to study. i remember teaching her maths and once she threw down her pencil and said, ok so what ill fail i dont want to study, you should have seen me then . i was crying and begging her to study, my exact words were i quote, "lali please parh lo meri behan". "lali please study , my sister" ahahahah and she out right refused.
• she did and she still does cheat in karate (i think i mentioned that before), i hate trying to practice with her. she uses these hand movements to distract me then instead of punching me in the gut she slaps me on the shoulder. she doesnt use a rotating kick but side steps and kicks side ways using her knees, which is almost impossible but since ujala can cross her legs and then stand on her knees and walk on them then she can kick sideways too.
• we've mostly done things together since we used to share a room. i remember waking up late at night to tell her about something that had happened at school and she would calmly listen, i remember trying to sneak my cold feet under her blanket at night to suck out her warmth. i remember sharing a secret drawer and splitting it everytime we would fight, i remember holding hands at night or snuggling in one single bed when anyone of us was scared, i rmember telling her my secrets and her always supporting me, i remember telling her goldielocks and red riding hood at night so she would stop bothering me and go to sleep, i remember fighting with her, laughing with her and growing up with her.
• i love you lali and i am glad that you are my sister.