I looked on as the bright lights of the terminal gradually disappeared at a distance. As we sped away from the airport, a sadness swept over me, filling my inside. I felt as if I was loosing something dear. It felt funny. I had never felt like this before about my brother. I tried to focus…
We never had any pleasant times together. It was just that we grew up together, lived under the same roof and shared similar genes. And yeah…we fought, owing to the tiny age gap between us. And we ‘fought like dogs,’ my mother used to say.
A slight drizzle started outside and I felt tiny wet drops sprinkling against my skin. I closed the window and sat back again, thinking.
The rain…we played in the rain as small kids, jumping, splashing water on each other. But somehow, at last, we usually ended up crying or making each other cry. I smiled…remembering the day we fought in rain, doubled up in a muddy water puddle, in the back yard. When my mother found us, she gave us nice thrashing followed by a warm bath and a clean set of clothes. The next day, both of us fell ill…
When it was cold, we snuggled up, close to each other like little cute puppies. But once we woke up, the story repeated itself.
On his eleventh birthday, I had burnt his hand and as a revenge, on my birthday, which actually came only a few days later, he messed up my cake, before my friends came over. Wow! We were enemies!!!
We fought for everything. We fought for our parents. We fought for the TV.
As we grew up and became less violent, the only interaction we had too vanished. However, my brother actually started guiding me, helping me with my studies and career.
I looked at my parents-dad silently driving and mom with her eyes closed, a tiny tear materializing at one end of her eye: she is apparently thinking about her son, my brother.
I was startled and shook out of my thoughts by the vibration of my phone. Clearing my voice, I softly said into it, “hello!”
“Its me,” he said. The very sound of his voice moistened my eyes. God! I’m crying!
“Just wanted to say,” he continued, awkwardly, “I’ll miss you, sis.”
“I’ll miss you too,” I crocked and then less awkwardly I said, “I love you, bro!”
Well, he is my brother and I love him! Of course we never had any pleasant times together. Or did we?!
Inspired from a my best friend's experience :) Thanks Amu for sharing it with me. Luv U!!
Inspired from a my best friend's experience :) Thanks Amu for sharing it with me. Luv U!!
