There was once a time when my sister took pride in drawing the margins of my copy. I still get to decide over which clothes she should or should not buy. Net is my necessity and her luxury. When I need the remote, I need the remote irrespective of which dumb favorite serial of my sister is on air.  All of these happen with very little rebellion from her side. And when I say little, I mean very little.

  

So,
There is this thing about idolizing elder brothers and sisters.
One is just proud of them, for no specific reason whatsoever.
And then, 

Growing up happens.