Sistership

I’ve always thought how bad my life would suck without this idiot in my life. No no, it’s not my boyfriend. Wait, do i even have a boyfriend? Haha, jokes apart, I’m talking about my sister, Sidra Amjad, here. Oh how much I hate her.

I’ve had the most amazing conversations with her. Some of the most serious conversations about life. We share the most hilarious relationship any sisters would do. We laugh like 5 year olds at 5am in the morning on something that happened maybe last year on BBQ.  Fight like idiots for no reasons at all. Shout at each other over silliest things on planet. But I love her to death at the end of the day. I just can’t, I mean, CAN’T ever take a decision without her approval whatsoever.

Here are some of the most funniest conversations we’ve had, there are, obviously, thousands more, but these are the most recent ones. =D

*4am in the kitchen on 27th Dec*
Me: Babyy I like it, the way you move on the floor *showin off my random dance skills to sidra*
Sidra: beta, aj baby nahi, ‘bibi’ gao. =D

*late night, inside the blanket*
Sidra: yar my tummy is makin weird noises.
Me: mine too. What did we had for dinner yaar?
Sidra: *making the ugliest face* tumharay haath k banay way matar pulao hi khaye they! :D


*last night, when we were actually goin to sleep*
Me: yaar, mainne suna hai agar socks pehen ke so jao and since i cover my head too while i sleep, tu log mar jaatay hain.
Sidra: Main roz soti hun socks pehen k. main tu nahi mari. tum apni philosophies apne pass rakho.
*hahahahahahhaha**laughed for an hour after that*


*on the computer*
Sidra: I want this comics now.
Me: what comics?
Sidra: Stephen king ki..us main 6 series ayengi. Har series main 5 5 series hungi.
*me starring at her totally blank*
Me: you don’t make any sense right now.
Sidra: dekho. 6 series ayengi..usmain har series main 5 series hungi, matlab har 6 series main 5 hungi.
Me: whatever sidra.

*almost every single day at random times*
Sidra: yar hira, parha kyun nahi jata?
Me: pata nahi.
Sidra: ley, main bi kiss se poch rahi hun.
Me: dafa ho jao!=D

*all the nights since i am born*
Me:  yaar sotay nahi hain, baatein kartay hain.
Sidra: go to hell, let me sleep
Me: please.
Sidra: yar hira, sonay de.
Me: please yaar.
Sidra: okay. Karo bakwaas.

Sorry Sidra, I know you want to kill me now. I’m just awesome. And to that I know what she’ll say, *making the weirdest face on this planet* going. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Buwahaha.

So yeah, that my sister, Dr. Sidra Amjad, well, almost.

A lot of my mothers dramatic nature transferred into her. Shes highly dramatic, overly hyper when awake for the longest time. Will laugh AND cry for no reasons. Doesn’t like ANYTHING that I adore. Loves everything that I hate. Hates partying. Loves book. Hates music. Loves cooking. Hates makeup. Loves dressing up.  Yeah, everything weird you want, my sister has it. One of the reasons I love her to bits.

I will get to hear great criticism about this, I know. She’s very sensitive, I tell you. But who cares.=D

Sidra Amjad. You’re awesome. I love you. No kidding.

P.S:  I hope you get married before I do, so that I get to do the ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ dance on your wedding. You know, how desperately I want to. =D