On September 27th, 1990, after almost 4 n half years of being the
first born child of my generation in the entire clan, enjoying all the
attention of my family, suddenly I see this tiny pink face in mom's arms and I
wonder, this is the most beautiful thing in the world and this is MINE! Wow!
BUT, will he now take away all my limelight?
In fact, it turned
out to be that emphasis of my life changed and he became the epicenter of my
life. His smiles, winks, chubby cheeks, sparkling eyes, were (and are)
everything to me that made me feel so proud of the fact that this sweet thing
is MY baby brother. At that age of 5, I already started feeling what a
motherly emotion is like. Growing up, I was protective and possessive about
him. Moreover, he behaved as if I was some kind of a shield for him and I tried
to be one as much as I could. I would actually flaunt him in front of my friends,
because he was the cutest kid ever. I felt arrogant when I started realizing
that the most perfect thing in the world for me, was looking up to me all time.
I never wanted
anybody else because he was with me, until puberty hit and then came the world
of crushes, infatuations and girl talks. I was getting busy with my girl stuff
but he was still looking up to me and hoping I will pay him more attention. And
then he also got used to it and I didn’t even realize when he got busy with HIS
own stuff. And silently we missed each other.
We all feel we are
maturing, our habits change, nature changes, life take many turns, our focus
changes blah blah... I felt that too. In getting busy with our own stuff
whenever we got time, we would sit on the swing in our balcony for hours late
night and catch up with whatever was going on. Such talks were a dose,
which was indispensable for both of us.
Life happened and
we drifted apart to lead our own paths. But he happens to be my best
long-distance relationship ever. Today, even after five and a half years of not
being in close proximity, when he sees my face in a photograph, he can tell
what is right or wrong about my face when people right in front of me cannot
tell. He remembers everything that is my favorite. He knows exactly what goes
in my mind at what time. Moreover he is the only one who knows how to make me
laugh when I’m crying buckets. I don’t know when that little baby brother of
mine became my super hero. I’m thankful to mum n dad to give me this beautiful
and mystic relationship, my pride, my baby, my life, my soulmate... MY BROTHER!!
