This one goes for mah bro. When I was just eight, I came to know that we are gonna get one more baby at home. I had two cousin sisters who were very near my age, and was always fighting with them. I hated them at that time. So I told god to give me a Bro, and I prayed prayed and prayed, and was filled with utmost joy when I saw him first – my bro. He shares first part of my name, as tradition at my family, he shares the same birthday – 16th, and we two make the beginning and end of rainy season.
Since he was one year old, we two bonded; I was given his responsibility; We two slept in the same bed, I changed his nappies, I used to feed him, tell him story to make him sleep – in short enjoyed the full taste of raising a child. I enjoyed those moments when I thought her to walk, to play and to ride, my bicycle. Initially he just used to run with it, then one day I taught him the same way, dad taught me.
Remember those moment he came back crying after getting bullied by someone, and I used to take him back, stand guard and ask him to get even with whosoever e got beaten by. I remember how he used learn from him, get my thought embedded in his mind. I remember how he used to come back to me to ask if whatever ammi has explained from the text is right. Also his entire psyche started getting molded on mine.
My parents never went to his school; it was me who always used to be his official guardian all through his school days. I remembered due to some reason, he failed in one class; parents were furious; I knew it was more than him the fault of the school, so we changed the school and he came through with flying colors. He did what I failed to be – he completed his engineering degree.
Even now, we two feel from heart what’s happening to the other. With him I rarely felt the absence of a sister; god gave me that too, in numbers. But somehow I have just one regret. I guess in-between his growing days, I missed his teen years. I was distracted by some emotional attraction; I was entirely immersed in my love life, may be oblivious to what was going through my bros tender heart. I really feel sorry from my heart for those missed years. It seems that in my memoir those years have been strangely missing. One thing is for sure, I only I used to get another chance… may be it will come with my child; and I will not miss those years for anything in the entire world.
Bro – I love you more than any living male, and I know u know that too!