Almost after three years, I came to this world, on 18th
Nov, someone entered my life.
A fair and chubby, with round black eyes, a small baby
with so tiny hands and tiny feet. Wow...so
cute..!! Grandma told me that my mom got the gift for me...a companion, my bro
to play with me.
I was so happy, as till the time I was the only child
at home...now someone younger to me is there.
After a week, he came from the hospital. He was my new toy.
Loved to play with the tiny fingers, to touch the little nose gives me so much
pleasure. He use to be on bed all the time, staring at fan, lights in the room,
or anything hanging at a distance. Whenever he feels hunger, start screaming (as
my mom and others told the reason of his frequent crying).
And some time (don’t know the exact reason) he smiles,
even while he was in deep sleep. I was in love with the smile...his giggling...his
different expressions.
I still remember, when he was just few months old,
whenever a plane crosses our area, and he was in sleep...I use to become his cover...so
that he should not get fear of the sound being alone......
When he joined school, everyday in the lunch time, he
comes to me...we use to have lunch together and then we play with my friends.
Even if mom gives him separate lunch box, he use to finish it off and come to
have from mine.....
Still remember walking on the road and in lanes...holding
each other’s hand.
But I never liked studying with him. Every time we do a
deal, that we won’t talk while studying...that idiot fellow, for sure, will ask
a question, and with my reply...the series of his questions was always ready.
And after some hours we realize that we had studied nothing ;)
WE were like the rulers of northern pole and southern
pole. It was our favourite work to steal
and eat all the snacks. And he makes me to open the packets all the time, and himself
finish everythng. And when any one ask for that, innocently he use to point to
me that I only opened...grrrrr....and as he was the youngest...you can imagine
who was one to get the scolding.
Rather than staring him, couldn’t do anything at that
time. But when get chance, can’t spare him ever. I used to abuse him like hell.
As he tease me a lot. He is too good in irritating me.
Along with all the irritating things he do to me...he
helping too (but always take something in return. So we make a deal to do each
other’s work which we don’t like to do.
As I always iron his clothes and he use to take care of my shoes.
While coming back from school, he rides cycle so fast. So
many times I had seen that. One day I told mom about that in front of him only.
He came in full defensive mood, without delay of even a single second he said,
"and ask her who race with the trucks on the road” with his evil smile. As
he was right that even I ride in too much speed, I was quiet. “But he is too young
to ride so fast..” I too got something
to say. I loved to be the eldest at home in my generation.
Now I miss
roaming sitting behind my bro cycle. We use to go for ride so many times
together.
Till the time I was with my bro, I never realized how
much I love him. Once I left home, I felt and realized the thing.
There are lots of such memories which bring smile on face.
It’s almost gonna five and half year, we are not
together. But I miss those cherishing days a lot. Being with him. Wanna live those
moments again, but I know that we can’t bring the time back again.
(The first two paragraphs are based on what my mom and grandma
told to me, as I was too small to remember all those moments...!)
~ Swati Kumari "swatz"
